The Walnuts Novels & Stories

He was getting closer to the window. I was shaking and wondering what to do to get this haunting started. I picked up one of the walnuts we had gathered to make brownies with and threw it through the window. It bounced off the railing, making a noise as it landed on the steps. The Alpha spun around yelling, “Who’s there?”

"Well, that's still better than dealing with you." Nathaniel felt more endeared towards Rita now that he saw that Zion was envious. "My daughter is the best kid around here, unlike some people who go against their elders every day like a little brat." Zion saw how childish Nathaniel was behaving, and he turned to Thomas beside him to say, "Mr. Song, I heard that eating walnuts will improve one's brain function?" "Yes, if you want some, I will get someone to buy some walnuts for you."

"Lena, I'm old now, so I can't protect you anymore. You have three deadly trials in your life, each more dangerous than the last. Every one of them could kill you. These three walnuts are the chances I traded half my life for. "Remember to open each one only at the moment I told you." I didn't have my parents beside me when growing up. It was my grandmother who raised me by picking up trash. People in the village called her a lunatic, but I knew she was the only person in the world who truly loved me. So, I carved her warning into my bones. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I cracked open the first walnut. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet.'

"Wow! Everyone, look! Mixed nut tarts! These must be expensive." My heart sank. Mixed nuts such as walnuts, almonds, and melon seeds… Those were all a disaster for me. Especially walnuts. Even touching them could give me hives. I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I ate one. Meanwhile, my colleagues crowded forward to grab the boxes, opening them up and sharing the tarts on the spot. Praise filled the room. "Mr. Rackham has great taste. These look amazing!" "This is much more meaningful than 800 bucks."

Gianna watched Yuna in the rearview mirror and said, "Ms. Feron, I wanted to stop them, but you weren't looking good, so I—" "It's okay. He didn't do anything to me," Yuna said. She simply found it hard to believe how severe her allergy had been this time. She immediately sensed something was wrong when she took a bite of the cake, and she had even spit some of it out. "Ms. Feron, are you thinking about what happened?" Gianna asked. "Yeah, for me to react like that, the cake has to contain a high content of walnuts. It's just a piece of cake, so why would it have so much walnut in it?"

A waiter rolled in a cart heaped with Christmas gift boxes, each one wrapped up like a little treasure. Yvette was on it in a flash, tearing into one and hoisting it up for all to see. "Wow! Check this out, everyone! It's a gift box! And it looks like it cost a pretty penny!" My stomach dropped. Those Christmas boxes were a disaster for me: nut chocolate. Nuts were all triggers for my allergies, walnuts being the worst offender. A mere brush against my skin and I would be covered in red welts, and I did not even want to think about what would happen if I ate one.

"Oh! It's so good! It looks like a walnut but it's the size of an apple! I can't believe we never thought of eating them!" "I want one too! Give me one!" Ayumi says with bright eyes and a watering mouth. Helena says as she looks at me. I distribute one to each. Bob took the walnut between his thick fingers and looked at it in the light of the campfire. It looks really tiny in his hands, it's both funny and sad, he must be starving. Cracking sounds can be heard at the same time as everyone, except Anne, start eating with a huge smile. "Take a few more, don't hold back, I got quite a few"

"Yes. The Last time I ate walnuts I was in the ICU for a week. So Bratan made sure no one had nuts at home. My allergy is life-threatening." "Oh my God," Bella whispered. "I will remember it, dear. I will ask our chef to keep all kinds of nuts out of our kitchen," she said and glanced at her son who was checking his mobile phone idly. "Have you listened to what your wife just said, Leo?" He raised his eyes from his phone and smiled at his mother. "Yes, Mom. I heard she is allergic to nuts." He answered casually. Dinara's heart picked up speed when Leonus mentioned her. For a minor second, she averted her gaze to him but she couldn't look away from him. He looked like a handsome prince to her

“Something smells nice in here.” “Chai-spiced almonds,” Wren clarified, finally closing the door with a quiet snick. “And the figs are Mission variety. Quite fragrant.” Grace beelined for the kitchen island like a magnet drawn to the arranged snacks. Her eyes lit up at the spread. “Oh, thank God. I’m actually so famished.” Grace’s eyes went immediately to the bowl of almonds. “And you got the chai ones.” She grabbed a handful of the spiced almonds and shoved them in her mouth, then she turned to Wren with her cheeks still full.

Walnuts, also walnuts, would not want her to peel them with her bare hands again? Oushiya was so tottering that he didn't even have the heart to read the story. Mr. King could not help frowning and seemed dissatisfied with her performance. "Stop reading and peel walnuts." Sure enough, it was walnut peeling again. Peel walnuts with bare hands again! But now she is sleepy and hungry, and even the sequela of yesterday's bare handed walnut peeling still remains. It hurts in the seams of ten fingernails, and she will bleed when she moves a little.