Lawlight Lemon Novels & Stories

] [At first, I thought Mom and Dad had changed their minds, but it was Ethan who got out of the car. The moment Bonnie read that line, Ethan's expression showed panic. Trying to stay calm, he turned to look at Dad. "Dad, today is our graduation party. It's the day Celia and I both got accepted into Kingstone College. Why does Ms. Leighton keep talking about Henry?" Celia immediately understood what he was trying to do and chimed in. "Ms. Leighton has always favored Henry. Could it be that Henry paid her to slander us?" "Ms. Leighton, don't you have any ethics in this profession?"

he said with a satisfied smile. “That’s great to hear I wa……….” Michel stopped his sentence when he saw what the driver dragged in, Michel eyes got stuck on the car that stopped near to them, it was a Bugatti Chiron with an exposed carbon and champagne color, Michel stood there at a loss of words. “I thought you said it was the least eye-catching,” Michel said as he stared at the car with wide-open eyes. “But Master this is the least liked car of Old Master” Michel who just got a shock of his life stood there lifelessly when the phone in his hand rung and without noticing that it was Lucy’s phone he picked it up.

“I will be there in a short time. Just wait for me.” To be honest, Light was standing in front of me within 15 minutes. “Are you superman?” I ask him with a brow raised. “No! I Am your lawyer but we do some crazy stuff sometimes.” he winks and get inside. With confidence surfing in the air, he hits the reception desk. “I need to book a room,” “Of, course!” the receptionist looked lost at his looks. “Whoa! I chuckle. “But there is a specification in your booking.” he winks at her.

“Hold him down.” Leon’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are you doin’, man?” I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colours mesmerise me—yellow, red, orange—beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Leon’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve int

' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart. It turned out that Darren's obsession with cleanliness only kicked in when he was around me. I could still feel the dull pain of the wolf inside, but I managed to smile at Darren weakly. "Is the Luna crowning ceremony still on for tomorrow?" He froze for a second before replying, "I don't have the time. I won't make it home today. Don't sweat it. I'll make sure your crowning ceremony happens." I gave a small nod and handed him a pile of papers. "Sign this, will you?"

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

Damien laughs, checking his watch. "I say fifteen," Victor counters. "He'll want to make her suffer a bit first." None of them understands the profound transformation occurring miles away, how the touch of Clover's lips against Milton's has shattered years of deliberate blindness, revealing a truth too powerful to deny. In the hollow willow, Clover makes her decision. With trembling hands, she pushes herself forward, emerging from the shadows like a spirit materialising from another world. The silver threads of her ceremonial dress catch the moonlight, creating an ethereal glow around her slender figure.

she called out sternly and I noticed the similarities between the two. “Oh Luna, this is my daughter Riya,” Leila proudly stated, pulling the girl before me. I could see why Leila was so proud of her; the girl was incredibly beautiful. She had long straight brown hair that reached her small back, a small heart-shaped face with big green eyes and small pouty lips. Her frame was delicate and small and she held herself so elegantly in her white and gold dress. Riya bowed to me. “A pleasure to meet you Luna,” she whispered quietly and I couldn’t help but feel jealous of the pretty girl.

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

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.