Lawlight Lemon Novels & Stories

The dark sky laid the perfect background for the bright moon that hung up high above. Hui drove to his base to investigate further into today’s incident. As he parked the car in the compound, he saw Lei right outside walking towards him. He got out and gave the keys to Lei and said, “Find whose jeep is this and get me all the details related to it. Also look into this license plate number and find me whose car is it. Hunt them down.” Hui handed a piece of paper with the mentioned license plate number.

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

I badly want to bite it, but this man's not letting me. “Zev, what are we doing?” I asked in frustration. I crossed my arms and played with the hem of my shirt. I'm not used to this kind of set-up. With Derone, it's just lips and no talk, no clothes and more skin. But with Zev, he makes me realize how I'm willingly throwing myself to Derone and that I should be ashamed of what I'm doing. He grabbed the cigarette stick that was resting on his ear and dug something out of his pocket. A lighter.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

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she said and winked at me. “Hello, Sienna.” I smiled. “We are going to the diner to eat something. Do you want to go with us?” “Sure.” she said and smiled brightly. Sienna would be a good mate. She was smart, pretty, and kind. And she was a good fuck, I had to admit. She would be a great Luna. When we got close to the diner, I was hit by the most amazing smell. Strawberries and watermelon. Emma. She was inside.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

When Henry Shepherd peeled crab for his young assistant, Tamara Lee, who’d "lost her appetite", everyone at the table glanced awkwardly at me. Just a minute earlier, I’d proudly told the investors, "His hands are insured for millions. He won’t even hold a dinner knife to protect them." To salvage the situation, I downed three shots of whisky in one go. The metallic tang of blood rose in my throat, but I forced it down. Before tensions could ease, Henry announced that he was leaving early to take Tamara to eat what she wanted.

Warmth bloomed. Soft light filled the room. Lucien stepped closer, voice lowering. “Yes. That. Controlled. Beautiful.” I nearly broke concentration. “Do NOT compliment me while I’m holding nuclear sunlight,” I hissed. He smiled faintly — the smile of a man discovering new ways to torment himself. Brenda flickered a romantic pink glow. “No!” I snapped. “NO PINK LIGHTING. WE ARE NOT DOING A ROM-COM MONTAGE.” The lights returned to normal sheepishly.