Lawlight Lemon Novels & Stories

I was immediately engulfed in darkness when I followed them inside. It's as if it's drowning me all over again. I should've just stayed outside. Liam calmed me down a little by opening a lampshade on the side of his bed. I'm fine as long as there's light... I hope... "Can't you turn on all the lights, Liam? It's so gloomy in here." Where is Maddison? Perhaps she was just nearby and can only be seen once his mother switched on the light. Liam's canary yellow light on the side of his bed is the only source of light.

Zeus picks up a sword that is shining so bright it is hard to look at. “I finally found the right incantation to transfer the light from the glow worms into the swords. I did the same for spears.” Holly walks towards the last object which is a black ball, “What is that?” Zeus quickly holds her back, “Careful, that is a light bomb. I mixed light magic with gunpowder so when the bomb hits a surface it becomes an explosion of light.” Nolan looks at Zeus impressed, “You have outdone yourself, Zeus. Can we test them?”

Hardly able to move. A smile appeared on Alexandria’s face as her feet touched the steps. The screech of the door sounded five times louder now. She flinched. The light shone through the doorway. Making her squint her eyes. She hadn’t seen sunlight in years. Her eyes had to adjust. A tear rolled down her cheek. Happiness overtook her. Before she could stop herself, she burst out laughing. “We need to hurry ma’am; we need to get you cleaned up.” The woman said showing me the way.

she asks him, as Spooky came toward me. "We will, guys, I'm going to take Lyssa to her master's class. Ella, stay put until I'm back," Lucian order me. "Yes, sir, of course, sir," I say in a bratty voice, sticking my tongue out at him. "Brat," he mumbles leaving the playground. "Hey, I'm spooky," the demon says. "I'm Ella," I answer him, shaking my hand with him. "You smell nice," he says making me blush.

With a mere flick of his wrist, Samuel sent my mother tumbling to the ground, her elbow scraping a long, raw gash on the unforgiving concrete. Blood oozed out in a scarlet flood. However, Samuel, as unfeeling as stone, did not even flinch at the sight. He tenderly grasped Amelia's wrist, pressing it gently, his voice laced with feigned concern, "Amelia, don't be so hard on yourself. It pains me to see you like this… You're just too soft-hearted!" He said, "I was the one who signed off on the cornea donation to you, and it's got nothing to do with you!"

"You took a job making deliveries, and now you're working as a cleaner? Are you trying to piss me off? You, of all people, Celia?" Emma exclaimed, her voice so loud that it drew gazes from those around us. Even the lemon-flavored water in the glass she was holding shook a little.

"I brought the essence of celebration, naturally. Also three various confetti cannons, glitter bombs, and a spare tiara for Lily in case she happens to forget that she's royalty these days." Lily rolled her head in a smile. "Did you plunder a party warehouse?" No," said Helena, putting down the confetti cannon. "I am the party warehouse." Brenna came next, carrying a picnic basket full of herbal teas and a big thermos of ginger lemonade. "Just in case," she told Lily, hugging her warmly. "How's the heartburn?" "Presently slumbering," replied Lily. "But Raspberry has been practicing karate on my ribs since breakfast."

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

We snagged a killer villa on the coast, perched halfway up a hill with an epic view. However, the peace and quiet did not stick around for long. Smith Group was tanking. Stock prices in freefall, cash flow cut off–the whole deal hanging by a thread. Out of the blue, Nash rocked up at my new home. "Look, Jo! These are the treats you used to go nuts for as a kid." I barely gave a glance at the spread on the table, all mango-flavored stuff. The thing was, mango was Rebecca's jam, not mine. I could not even stand the stuff because I was allergic.

"She said dishonest cities had dishonest light. Too bright or too dark. Always compensating for something." ​"And Lisbon," Scarlett said, her own voice softening to match his. ​"Honest light," he said. "She would have said it had honest light." ​Scarlett looked up at the streetlamps, really looking at them this time. She watched the way the amber glow didn't fight the shadows but seemed to lean into them, and how the dark between the lamps felt intentional, a place for the city to breathe. She looked at the tiles, which caught every stray glimmer and held it, turning the simple act of reflection into something deliberate and specific.