Dramione Lemon Novels & Stories

“Not the yellow ones. The red ones taste better.” “The red ones?” the girl asked, confused. “Do you mean the moonberries, Luna?” Liora nodded firmly. “Yes. But only the ones that grow near the cold stream.” The girl bowed. “At once, Luna.” Draven entered just as the servant hurried away. His shirt was half-buttoned, his hair damp with sweat from training. “Another craving?” he asked, raising a brow. Liora turned toward him, serious. “It’s not a craving. The child wants it.”

The eye look has been completed with a soft black cat eye eyeliner and my lips had been left a nude shade to leave the focus on my eyes. "Mum I look amazing!" I continued to gawp at myself in the mirror. "You always look amazing Angel. Now time for your dress" she answered before hurrying away. She left the room returning a few moments later with a dress bag in her hand. She hooked the hangover onto the top of my wardrobe and began to unzip the bag revealing a full-length silk emerald green dress with spaghetti straps. Once my mum had helped me into my dress I stood and looked at myself in my full-length mirror, the dress fit me like a glove. It had intentional loose material around my chest

His lips didn’t pucker, no flinching, no sweating—none of the usual human reactions to extreme spiciness. “Is he… a robot?” Jeslyn muttered under her breath. “Mmm,” Leonel hummed with a nod. “Interesting. There's a spicy kick to it. New experiment?” Jeslyn’s eyes widened. What?! He likes it?! “Uh… yeah,” she answered quickly, almost reflexively. “It’s… a new variant. Hellfire Lava Dessert.” Leonel smirked. “Nice name. Fits a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” Jeslyn raised a brow.

Then, before I could stop him, he turned the screen toward me enthusiastically to show the post. It was a video of Lemon chewing directly through the side of his shoe while he narrated in the background with deeply concerning levels of affection. And beneath it, the caption read: Lemon’s first mark. Limited edition. One of one. I stared at the screen for two seconds before laughing despite myself. “You’re literally showing off.” “Obviously,” Julian said with complete seriousness. “Look how strong that bite was.” Then, somehow even more proudly: “That’s my girl.” I shook my head helplessly while turning back toward Lemon again.

I turned to my left to see Dante, another of my best friends and close business partners, sitting on the couch with a smile. "His little bride collapsed before he even started," Dante revealed. "But that has never stopped Lucien before. He is a mad psycho." Maddox said as he jumped down from the window. "Exactly so tell me why Lucien just took her back to the bedroom after." Dante laughed again and my jaw tightened. What a blabbermouth! Maddox froze in his steps, before turning around to face me, his mouth opening wide. "You really did that? But I thought you don't c.." Maddox was about to say when Dante interrupted.

Mable held Lemon on the couch and replied, "It's okay. I'll let her sit on my lap. No effort is needed." Eugenie bent down and looked at Lemon sitting on Mable's lap. "Wow, Mrs. Fowler, is this you and Master Blair's daughter, Little Lemon? She’s adorable." Mable nodded and smiled. "Yes, her full name is Leena Fowler, and we call her Little Lemon." "What a lovely name." Eugenie reached out and played with Lemon. “Hello, Little Lemon. Can Auntie Eugenie touch your hand?” Lemon did not shy away and held Eugenie’s hand.

"Damon -" "I've waited too long," he rasped against my throat. "Fought against this for too damn long." I knew what he meant. The bond had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, refusing to be ignored. And now, under the full moon's influence, there was no holding back. Damon's fingers found the ties of my dress, loosening them with a slow, deliberate precision that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. My pulse pounded as fabric slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet.

Jai commented, leaning back slightly from the surprising smell. Rin laughed lightly, seemingly not bothered at all by the smell. “Yes. It has to be strong to repel the monsters.” Darrion covered his nose and frowned in discomfort. “It smells kind of sour. What’s it made of?” “Fire Rat’s tail, Crusty Lemonia, Verdant Blush, and Drosaria’s Tongue,” she answered flawlessly. Those were Greek to Jai’s ears who didn’t know anything about those things. Though he ever heard about the Fire Rat tail when he was at Teacher Enji’s class. But those things seemed to ring in his friend’s ears, because the blonde hummed in acknowledgement.

I pick up the bottle and stare at it closely, a small frown appearing on my head when I see how dark it is. “It has been corroded with the witches venom and it will take a more powerful witch’s venom to detoxify the master’s body” “So now we need to look for a witch more powerful than Adeline?” “You do not need to worry about that my lady” she tells me again, “i have a friend who is willing to help, i await his response soon” “This your friend, who…. A small smile appears on her lips, “he is from the Doma tribe and they are known to be powerful witches that associate well with our kind. He promised to bring me the venom from his master”

Almost immediately, the cauldron began to glow. “Never mind,” I said. I dropped the lemon and let it sit in there for a short while before bringing it out. It was no different. I looked into the book for a physical description and all I could get was the effects: - Restores vitality and strength - Enhances lunar energy connection - Boosts immune system - Accelerates healing Grabbing a wad of gum, I turned to Grimoire. “Wait here. I will be back in no time.” “Do you know where the dungeon is?” Selene asked.