Forced Lemon Novels & Stories

I muttered, reaching for my water bottle. “Morning Michelle” they both echoed and then continued their banter. As Brenda and Lia argued about Ryan Carter, I scoffed, they were furious over a celebrity crush while I was drowning in the memory of last night. Their world felt so far from mine that I almost laughed at the absurdity. *** "Michelle!" Leo called from behind as I trudged toward the lecture hall for Diet class, my legs dragging, still foggy from lack of sleep. Leo was my closest buddy in class. People always saw us together and assumed we were dating—which was funny, considering the last guy I kissed was a complete stranger on a beach.

Billy let out jokingly as he flexed his biceps a couple of times. “I don’t feel my legs in the least bit,” I complained, giggling ever so softly. “Well, he saw right through your weakness,” he nodded gravely, a touch of admiration in his eyes. “Yeah, I know right! I have a decent hook, but I lack when it comes to kicks,” I admitted easily, a faint blush creeping up under my skin. “No, you have a powerful hook, but your footwork needs some practise,” he countered, a small smile stretching his lips.

Positively bonkers. The night was torturous. Chloe had refused to compromise on ordering tofu in our Thai. Said she hated the taste, it fused with the sauce, she was so sure. There was no taste. Even she had said tofu was too bland to eat. I’d had to pick the chicken out of my Pad Thai noodles, though parts of it looked so convincingly like peanuts I’m certain I had a bit. A git, that woman. A bit dim, but certainly a git.

A small smile made its way onto my face as I plopped down beside him. He lifted his hand and patted my shoulder gently, the warmth from his palm seeping into my skin. My face fell as I looked around us, noticing we were still locked in a brick enclosure with no escape. “Cassius… Why don’t you hate me?” My voice came out smaller than I’d hoped, but I didn’t care. He wrapped an arm around me as far as the chains would allow. “Why would I hate you?” He tried to pull me into a hug but was restricted by the chain. I leaned in and enclosed my hands around the chain link, melting the iron to liquid. With a powerful tug, he pulled both of his arms up and stretched.

he said letting go of me to go around the car to get in and as I was opening the door I could hear Liam's voice. "Isa wait, you forgot your phone" he yelled rushing over to me. I was really screwed, my lie fell apart in just seconds because of a mistake and I wouldn't know how to explain this to jealous Alexander. "Thank you" I said taking my phone from his hand and out of the corner of my eye I could see Alexander who remained standing on the other side with the car door open, glaring hatefully at Liam with his jaw clenched so tight that at any moment it would unhinge.

he winked And I quickly took my sit on the table as I await the food Leon was done in no time He made a simple omelet with bacon and bread I took a bite and close my eyes to take in the taste "It delicious" i almost choked "Don't talk with your mouth full" Leon passed me a glass of water and i drink and continue enjoying my meal "Leon what do I do?" I asked and he was first confuse "I mean what type of job do I do?" "Ohhh, fashion designer you make dresses" he replied with a proud smile playing on his lips. "Wow! So I make dresses? Even though I can't remember, I think I'm good,was I famous ?" I flashed him a smile

“You must be more foolish than I thought if you were planning on getting away with spiking my food.” “Since the turmeric didn’t do the trick, I guess I’ll have to go along with plan B,” Chloe said and before Jasmine could understand what she meant, she squeezed the lemon she had been holding in her hand into Jasmine's mouth. “Ahhh,” Jasmine yelled in horror and instantly let go of Chloe’s hair. Her entire body immediately turned red and her veins became visible and she was hit with a burning sensation. Chloe smiled satisfactorily when she saw Jasmine’s reaction to having tasted the lemons.

Leo said, grabbing my wrist and topping up the patch of salt. We lined up the next tequila shots. Leo held onto my wrist and gave me his, he licked my wrist and encouraged me to lick his. Then he gave me the tequila shot and drank his own too, then placed a lime slice in his mouth and launched himself in for a kiss. We locked lips with the lime still in his mouth, the cool, sharp citrus squeezed into my mouth.

At five, she already had the De Luca temper, her eyes flashing with a fire I recognized all too well. "It’s not a sword, it's a stick, El!" Leon shouted, trailing behind her. He was bigger and possessed a quiet, brooding intensity that made my heart ache on the days I looked at him too long. "Give it back, Leon," I said with a stern voice. He grumbled but handed the stick over. "We’re going to see the goats." "Stay within sight of the fence," I reminded them, watching as they tumbled down the hill toward the barns.

“Are you trying to butter me up Leo? Bribe me with your culinary confections?” He laughed, “I could bribe you with something else if you’d let me Love. My liver may not be back up to a hundred percent, but my dick is. I could take you on the counter without putting a strain on myself.” Amber groaned out of frustration. It was a very fucking tempting offer and the counter looked so inviting. If she did sit on it then she wouldn’t have to press any weight against Leo’s incision. He laughed as he knew she was clearly thinking it over.