Lemon Definition Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then her voice cut through his thoughts again. “L-Leo, are you listening, cutie?” She turned her head toward him, one eye opening. “I asked you something. What’s your fan-fantasy?” He blinked, caught off guard. “My… what?” “Your fan-tasy,” she repeated, slowly. “You know. Sexual fantasy. The scenario that gets you hot just thinking about it. Doesn’t even need to involve touching. We all have one. You tell me yours… and I’ll tell you mine.”

My skin was so sensitive nowadays. “How could you—.” “Buy this in—” “Delivered to your—” “Squat ladies! Your—” “Tu quien piensas—” “ . . . not the father—” “Damon, this is serious!“ Elena screamed. I swear the amount of times someone screamed that at him.

"Am I just a tool in your love game?" Damon was invincible outside yet cautious and tentative around Celeste. Celeste, who was inherently soft, pretended to be a prickly hedgehog when facing him. Unimpressed by the immaturity of the two adults, Leo couldn't help feeling exasperated. "How do you know what a tool in a love game means?" Damon was slightly surprised. It had only been a few days, and Leo's vocabulary seemed to have expanded again. The three of them were having lunch in the lobby, and the atmosphere wasn't particularly private.

Andros smiling like he’d just stolen dessert together with and the secret recipe. The next page smelled faintly of orange peel tucked there in 1985 and still making its fragrant point. Lucia calls lemons by name and sets down two glasses. I think she is conjuring weather. I smiled despite myself. Some women bake; others rewrite climate. I turned another page. The ink darkened—a slower hand, or maybe just a deeper thought.

"L-lemons?" May spared him a double take glance before going with the last chance Dylan might let her have, before he gets her head. "Lemons." She whispered to herself before sending a message to the ground. He caught the whiff of the lemon scent he anxiously hoped was right. For a moment, they both watched Dylan stand still without a reaction, his eyes on them like he was still waiting for the trick that had long been at play. "Why isn't he reacting?" he found himself mutter lowly to May.

"I could walk out right now. You’d never find me. And in a few years, when you’ve stopped checking every shadow, I’d send you a postcard from wherever I’ve rebuilt." Fennigan’s claws punched through his own palms, black blood welling between his fingers. The scent of it—thick with grief and fury—should have choked the room. Damon inhaled deeply instead, savoring it like a vintage. "But that’s the tragedy, isn’t it?" he mused. "You’d never stop looking. You’d tear the world apart. And I’d let you." His thumb pressed harder against Leela’s cheekbone, the skin blanching white under his touch. "Because it’s fun."

“Can’t you see that your luna is in pain?” “My luna?” Bernard repeats, raising a brow. “I don’t recall naming anyone my Luna, and if I were to do such things, wouldn’t that position go to my mate?” "Mate," I growl, feeling my lycan beginning to stir. "Are you saying that woman is your mate?" "I am," he confirms with a smirk. "Is there a problem?" "If she's your mate," I say slowly as my lycan grows stronger. "Then what the fuck are you doing with Annemarie?"

Emma As the limo starts moving, I lean back in my seat, my genius mind formulating a devious plan. Lily and Leon are mates, and therefore, I have to make them tie the knot…err, not literally speaking. Anyway! It will be an unorthodox pairing, a werewolf and an angelic familiar, but that doesn’t matter. I’m sure Lily’s family would adore Leon. And it’s not like he is a bad mate! No, no, Leon is good-looking and strong—

It was beautiful to watch. And Amber and Leo got to taste nearly every dish on the menu, seriously it was like the best night of her fucking life! Especially when she and Leo shared a generous helping of the Lemon Honey Semifreddo, it melted in her fucking mouth. This was as close to Heaven as a girl like her would probably ever get. The last bite turned into quite a battle, at least until Leo conceded and so gentlemanly placed the fork against her lips for her.

“I was a virgin. How the hell he knew with one look at me is beyond me, but I started to suspect the guy could read minds at one point so maybe he read mine. He also really, really loved my ass. His hands were on it all the time. I couldn’t walk past him in the house without him touching it. If I was at the sink getting water, hands on my ass. If I was brushing my teeth, hands on my ass. Heaven forbid I bent over to pick something up because then my ass would be naked, and he would be gripping it. I learned very early to bend my knees and squat down to pick anything off the floor.” “If he wasn’t so ugly, could you have loved him? I mean it sounds like he was really into you.” “His looks were