When Life Gives You Tangerines Book Novels & Stories

agina is all over the place. Leander patiently peels off the orange and lifts my vest. He squeezed an orange, put it on my chest, then a bite of the orange and n.ipple. The tangerine exudes a strong aroma of fruit. The juice burst out on my chest. Orange juice is like milk. The air is interlaced with cold and heat. “God! Leander, you're amazing!” I gasped with excitement and twisted my feet. It was like the exhilarating survival of not being able to reach the bottom of the water on my toes and feeling like I was going to drown.

I hope I don’t get much bigger than this though. After filling a glass halfway, I bring it to my lips, drinking slowly, When I bring down the glass I exchange it for a rip tangerine from the fruit basket. I wished I could say it only took me a few seconds to peel it, but I would be lying, Once again I wonder how Laura can peel a tangerine perfectly in only three fat peals. Mine looks bruised, with the juice spilling all over my fingers. With a roll of my eyes and the sound of the sports announcer playing in the background, I make quick work of the fruit, enjoying the sweetness.

I reach the end of the book. 'What a waste this all was.' It read. All pages were filled. I then go back to the start. It was the only page that was blank. 'What a waste this all was.' The words cut me deeply. You weren't a waste. Like magic, the snuffed candle that was cradled in my heart sparked. Hesitantly at first. The flame spluttered. As if asking for permisson from me. I smiled and felt it explode with warmth. I grab the black book I gifted Xavier. My heart accelerated and a swarm of butterflies swirled around in my stomach.

I smiled at myself because after all of my suffering journey, I can still find a reason to smile and be alive. I saw a farmer walking around and just checking his oranges, she looked at me with wide eyes, “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE….STEALING MY ORANGES?!” “No, No, No, help me. I’m not a bad person, I'm just so hungry and take three pieces of oranges….I am so sorry,”

I heard myself say before the rest of my words trailed off when I realized I was literally speaking to an Apple with so much Intent. Maybe I am starting to go Crazy for real this time because what the hell? And I totally blame it all on The A-hole that owns this building. Since I still wasn't reaching, I found the next branch that would elevate me to a point that I would grab hold of that one apple with ease and I smirked at the apple as I placed my foot on the branch and tried to move up with it. It should go down in history, Jaselle Green gave up her life for one apple she never got to have a taste of.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

Across the room, Lina laughed quietly, a harmless sound, and it almost made me angry. I tried citrus next because people always said it meant hope, and when I smelled it, I felt happy for a moment. I felt like my life wasn’t so sad, and for a moment, I thought I was still the little girl who loved playing with toys. Still, that hope faded too quickly, leaving nothing behind, and I knew I couldn’t lie like that, couldn’t pretend hope was still with me now even though it wasn’t. I wrote down notes with a shaking hand, Citrus… too light, doesn’t last, feels empty, then crossed them out because the page was starting to look like my head, crowded and angry.

Derib cut in finally freeing her from the clutches of Ore “Can you see that I just took some tangerines to him when he requested for it? You doubt too much!” she lashed at Ore before grabbing the basket from Derib and walked off to the kitchen to drop it leaving Ore speechless.

He pulled a few books off the shelf and set them on the reading chair by the window. "These are all yours." He turned and gently closed the door behind him. When we were about to leave, Mrs. Hamilton handed me a paper bag. "Take some tangerines with you. They're homegrown and healthy." She moved with the ease of someone accustomed to seeing me around. "Once things settle down abroad, do come back more often." Mr. Hamilton stood by the door. "I've asked the gardener to prepare gardening tools for you." Once we were in the car, Wendy took my hand. "See? They really like you."

Still, he wouldn’t leave her alone because of his selfish reasons. Tanya shook her head at herself as she wondered why she still had his number saved anyway. She disconnected the call as it started ringing again and blocked it. Then she promptly opened an app on her phone. She smiled as she clicked on the book titled, Tangled Desires. “Now, where were we?” she said with a smile as she delved into the book she had been reading for a week now. “How can people write this well?” she thought over an hour later as she wiped the tears that had trailed down her face.