Forced Lemon Novels & Stories

“It’s my fault. I killed my own child. Rosie must hate me.” The surgeon, who couldn’t bear to watch Martin destroy himself, said gently, “Don’t blame yourself. Blame whoever had her give that much blood and locked her in the freezer. Whoever did that wanted to harm the pregnant woman and her baby.”

“Ye—“ He fell to the hands of Jostein in an instant! The grip of the hands of the strong De Vere is making him thorn as he closes his eyes while the sun is up and praying for his dear life. The effects of the ammonia are fast, Caleb parks the car in front of the small entrance—covering the small opening then rushing to put the waiter’s lean body inside the old car. Jostein smiled then laugh! “FOOL MOTHER FUCKER!” he holds its face pinched his cheeks while the unconscious man sleeps by force. Caleb nervously starts the engine—no CCTV or even person who sees it.

I swear the chips exploded with flavor inside my mouth, and now I'm giddy, excited to have some more. "It's so good! Delicious!" I grab a few more chips, surprised I like the bite of powerful chili when I'm on my chemo cycle. The second bite is as good as the second, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. "Oh-my-god, I think I had an orgasm in my mouth! Let me have another!"

That was not a good start. I lined up a piece of broken lemon next to it in an attempt to soothe it, but it actually made it even worse. The lemon was not sweet, much less neutral, a bloody citric acid that made her shiver with agony compulsively begging for water. God, how can people drink that?

"Ike, come on, a toast to me and Jenny's sweet, sweet love?" Noah was delighted, with his arm on Ike's shoulder and a glass of wine in his hand, and told him. Ike took a sip and his expression twisted a little. "Sir, to your sweet love, must we use lemons to show sincerity?" Ike looked innocently at Noah and asked. I looked at the glass in his hand, the red wine in the glass was actually added with lemon? What would that taste like? But just thinking about the taste of lemons already makes my teeth feel sour.

I felt a rush of empathy for Felix and what he had to deal with. Felix ignored his brother and announced to the table, “Now presenting prickly pear and lemon pies from Samara’s Place! I’m so excited for you all to try this one. It’s been one of my favorite things I’ve tried recently. He made eye contact with me and smiled widely. Despite my humiliation and despair, my heart fluttered. Traitorous heart. “Actually,” Samara cut in, “We are serving our lemon pies with lime zest today.”

Her face showed a disgusting look. “I do not want to!” She refused when he kept pushing the glass on her lips. Suddenly, Leon’s expression hardened. He gripped her jaw and forced her to drink it. Inevitably, she gulped down the thick, fishy-smelling liquid. “Cough...” She coughed as her throat felt burning. Her hands were clawing at her neck, hoping it would ease the pain. However, the burning feeling was getting worse, along with the excruciating pain. Her legs kicked in the air as her body fidgeted restlessly.