The Apple Test Novels & Stories

She jumped slightly and sent a cable of greetings to him. “Tomorrow, you’ll come back for test and engage in some other essentials we do here before the final test.” He said. However, Alex leaned closer and asked Kate. He noticed the slight grimace she made when he mentioned ‘the final test’. “Are you up for the test?” He asked her. The final test is sometimes done as an orgy. But it’s a must that other pornstars are present to watch. It’s the test that’ll determine if the person should be appointed as a junior actress.

Although, if those were her terms of reference, probably she didn’t have much of a future as a food critic. By the time they got to dessert, they were basically dead of indulgence. The caramelized apple tart turned out to be literally a caramelized apple on a pastry base, with ice cream on the side. So that was sort of hilarious. As was the fact that Harper cut into it super carefully, having obviously been scarred for life by the disguised orange experience.

He nodded. “You wanna see how good I am?” he challenged me. I swallowed hard, I think I just stepped into a whole mess of shit here. What’s that thing about never letting them see you sweat? “Sure, I’m game,” I replied. ‘Siobhan, can you send someone to the training grounds with an apple?’ I mind-linked. ‘Sure Alpha. Just one apple?’ she responded. ‘Yeah and it doesn't even have to be a real good one. It won’t be eaten,’ I explained.

Alice held an apple, which she held out to Sarah and said. “Sarah, I want to eat me, can you help me peel this apple? I don't know how to peel an apple. I am a useless person.” Alice quickly acts in front of Sarah, she is very talented, so Sarah is quickly deceived by Alice. She took the apple and peeled it for Alice. Sarah considers Alice her sister, so she easily believes Alice's words. Little did Sarah know that this was Alice's first plan.

Little Apple asked, looking at Jason. He knew well that the gap between him and the old man was still the gap in realm. There seemed to be nothing else. He was more or less unwilling to be beaten by the old man. "What? When you can compare with me, you want to beat me up, don’t you?" Jason snapped. Hearing this, Little Apple grinned. Without saying a word, he quickly went to the back mountain. Watching the figure of Little Apple leave, Jason took a deep breath and said, " You must pass this test." Jason muttered with a serious look.

“And you’ll forgive me if I don’t feel guilty about taking pack money from the man whose father called me a bitch he hoped would get pregnant.” Something flickered in his eyes. He didn’t answer that. The doctor cleared his throat carefully as if he was afraid to intrude the tension that obviously lingered between the both of us “If there’s anyone, any family, any friend who might be willing to test—” “I’ve tried everyone I have,” I said. “There’s no one left.” Adrian stood up. “Test me.” The doctor blinked. “Alpha, you don’t have to—” “I said test me.”

Her heel taps anxiously under the table like a ticking bomb. My hand rests on her knee in a weak attempt to ease her anger and my rising irritation. “There…” he moans, “that'll keep her mouth busy. Where…where were we?” My jaw tightens and I tune out the noise. “The app. Did your team perform the tests?” He runs a finger through his hair, face already clammy with heat. “Yeah…about that, we ran the tests and it's almost perfect. Almost. We just need some tiny…modifications. Shit…” he hisses through his teeth.

By the time I'd reviewed my teacher's notes, it had plummeted to 1280. I tapped my phone, pulling up the feed from the pinhole camera I'd hidden in her room. She was freaking out. "Why is it dropping so fast? I knew she was lying! She said she wasn't studying, but she's obviously grinding right now. Why doesn't she believe the score?!" A cold, unfamiliar voice answered her. "Why are you panicking? Once it drops below 1000, it'll detonate right on top of her. Studying is basically a death wish."

Participants were meant to run the length of the track, firing their weapons on the move, attempting to shoot the apples off. The thought of it sent a chill down my spine. The sheer precision required, combined with the unsettling reality that these were actual human beings being used as props, made the entire setup feel wrong. When I heard about the challenge being Alpha Oleg Zakharov’s Trial, I had imagined it would be symbolic—mere targets shaped like apples, perhaps, or a modern twist on the legendary trial. I never, not even in my wildest thoughts, imagined that real humans would be used. Who had the audacity to come up with such an idea? My stomach churned at the thought, a wave of nau