Unscramble Fruits Novels & Stories

As for the other things, she was still in the process of finding it out. “I have been looking into that for the past few days and I found something useful. You need to take a total of three fruits for this type of fruit to be fully healed. The first fruit will heal all your internal injuries, cleanse and detoxify your system. So, the scars won’t be fully gone but the root of the problem will be solved. The second fruit should be taken after one month and this time, you will go under

I'm to make pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon and coffee for Easton. “Hmm,” I massaged my temple. That wasn't balanced yet. I smiled as I made up my mind to prepare a fruit salad, orange juice, and some French bread to go with it. Mother always told me that what's a good breakfast without fruits and juice? I know he wants coffee, but orange juice is a good way to start the morning too. I got to work immediately and started with the pancakes. “Need some help?” Joan asked and I nodded. “Just help me chop the watermelon, apple, pineapple and kiwi into small pieces. And bring out the grapes as well,” I instructed. She nodded and took the chopping board along with the fruits from the refrige

She turned to the window and said, "Yeah, they were really sweet. You missed out." Truth was, they were overwhelmingly sugary with a strong artificial flavor. She felt like her tongue had been attacked. Jayson tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "Do you know what those fruits are called?" Ariel turned to him. "You do?" Next time, she would make sure to avoid that fruit altogether. He tilted his head and said, "They're called Dumbyr." Ariel frowned, confused. "What does that mean?" Jayson put on a song. "They say if you eat them, you'll get smarter. Looking at you now, maybe it worked."

I replied hoping he does not ask further and it's just like he's reading my mind “Ohh okay” He muttered and I nodded “So about the answer?” “The wine is not made up of just one fruit” I said and his eyes widened, “How did you know that?” “Because I could inhale the scents of multiple fruits from it and the first fruit I discovered was lime that gave it a sour taste, then star fruit to suite the lime sour taste, it has blueberries too, it has cherries, peach and dragon fruits” These are the ones I could detect

He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice. Finally, he decided on a medley of flavors that seemed just right for the afternoon: a banana for creaminess, strawberries for sweetness, and a splash of zesty orange juice to brighten the mix. Taking the chosen fruits, he carefully washed them under cool running water, cherishing the feel of each piece in his hands.

Ava frowned as she ate the last of the fruit basket. It was filled with some of the most delicious fruits: the juiciest grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. It was truly something she would definitely go and buy for herself in the future. Ava wanted to buy one now but she was leaving the country in a few hours and surely could not finish it in that amount of time.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

We laugh while eating red strawberries. Next we went to the grapes. Terrible! So many fruits! They have green and violet grapes. There are also blackberries. That's why I pulled him and helped us pick again. We put it in two baskets. Green is separated from violet. Then the blackberry is in another basket. There are also cherries and persimmons. We took it and put it back in the basket. There is still orange. Terrible! All the fruits are here. I was so happy that I even overcame the conception. "You still beat the conceiving ah?" he commented, he snorted and said.

He started to cook for me. He moved with quiet efficiency, like he’d done this before—eggs, toast, a little too much butter. I watched him from the counter, chin resting on my palm, letting the ordinary rhythm of breakfast anchor me. My eyes met the nails mark on his back as he turned. It was red and bruising red. I blushed remembering everything again. He paused, brow furrowed. He picked up a small envelope from the table—white, unmarked. I blinked. “What’s that?”