Flippy X Flaky Lemon Novels & Stories

Every decision felt like a small death, like I was signing my name to something I could not take back. We sampled cake an hour later. Three different flavors: Vanilla bean with raspberry filling. Chocolate with salted caramel. Lemon with whipped cream. "This one is delicious," the baker said, pushing the lemon toward me. "Very bright. Very spring." I took a bite. "The lemon is lovely," the coordinator said, making a note. "Shall we put you down for that?" "Sure. Lemon." She beamed and I smiled back. I was planning my wedding to a man who loved me. I should have been happy. Instead, I felt like I was drowning in slow motion.

"Are you sure? Can you flip it open?" I checked, but there was nothing that indicated that the card was folded. "What kind of card is this? There are no writings on it." "Hold on, I think I know how to get the words out." Logan got up, went to the kitchen, opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a lemon. I wondered what he was going to do with a lemon because I wasn't seeing how a lemon was going to help us see what we wanted to see. After cutting the lemon in two, he squeezed the juice out one half into a container, placed a brush in it and brought it back to where we sat.

"Can I interest you in a pie delivery? Today's special is Lemon Ham with Pickle and Papaya." "That sounds awful." Hades grimaced, even though he knew the pie type hid the code to get in the speakeasy, he also knew Jinx made it legit by baking whatever weird concoction that made the code. "Don't knock it till you try it, Shady." Hades was used to Jinx's offense, but the tom was not the best of bakers despite his daily attempts at pie mastery. "But why are you calling me? Aren't you busy with your adorable morsel?"

"This is amaziiing, " she says and dips another fry into the yoghurt and takes a bite. "I told you lemon biscuit flavour is the best," I say. She takes the last remaining fry and turns to me, "You win, lemon biscuit it is. Though chocolate chips are still bae." She smiles tilting her head. "Speaking of bae's where is yours, I don't see his stuff around," I say, my eyes skimming the expensive condo she lived in.

Kade laughed, watching his daughter chew the sweet food. "But we still have four more flavors to try," I pointed out, pulling a plate with a lemon slice toward the center. "We cannot make an informed decision without testing the data." Kade raised a dark eyebrow and picked up a small silver fork. He cut a piece of the yellow lemon cake and took a bite. He chewed it slowly, pretending to judge the flavor with the utmost seriousness. "The data suggests the lemon is too sour," Kade announced in a deep, formal tone.

a female my mom’s age squeals, squeezing my bicep. I am. Shifters aren’t often made with my kind of bulk. I got lucky, I guess. I gently pry her loose, and another one cops a feel. She’s closer in age to my grandmother. I flex for her before I lift her back up to the plank walkway that leads through the tall grasses. My ears are ringing with female laughter, and my nose is filled with—lemon. Lemon? Fucking delicious lemon. Sweet, juicy lemon. Bright yellow, sugar-crusted, cool-on-a-hot-summer-day lemon. My nostrils twitch. My wolf, who had been on his back with his belly exposed, loving life, hops to his feet.

She slipped on flip flops and hurried around for her little container of detergent and change for the machine. She could feel Troy's eyes on her and it had a strange effect on the butterflies in her tummy...they felt suddenly like bats!

“A lady never tells.” Grayson snorted and took another sip of his drink. But he said nothing to dispute her claims of being a lady. Leo chuckled and handed her the flute of champagne. It appeared untouched, not that she would have minded anyway. She still hadn’t forgot the way his lips felt or tasted. “Something to kick off tonight’s festivities. Trust me, you’re going to need it,” Leo warned. “Then you probably want to break out something harder than this girly bubbly Mr. Clemonte,” she grinned.

It's all up to her to think about it. Night Fury clumsily tried to shove the entire spatula under the pancake and flip it. I then head to the fridge to look for the ingredients. Looks like Night Fury already made some whipped cream and brought a bottle of honey, a box of strawberries, and a box of blueberries. I ordered and brought some lemons and mint leaves afterwards. I tossed some honey into a cup of hot water and left it aside to dissolve. After washing the lemons, I scrapped some lemon skin into a cup and squeezed off every one last bit of juice from the lemon.

He was already reaching for the lemon, but he hadn't moved back yet, and Bella was very aware that Devon was three feet away and paying close attention to whatever he was supposedly reading on his phone. "Yes," she said. "Lemon." Liam cut the lemon with one clean motion and squeezed it directly into the pan, and the smell that came off it was immediate and sharp and good. He tasted it himself, right from the spoon, watching her while he did. "Better?" she asked. "Much," he said. He was not talking about the sauce and they both knew it and neither of them said anything about it. Ethan called her over at the counter twenty minutes later.