Lemon Fanfiction Definition Novels & Stories

“Or Lemon.” For a moment, Julian didn’t say anything. Then he leaned back slightly against the cabinet behind him, looking entirely too confident again. “I told you already,” he said lazily. “I’m patient enough.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “And charming enough.” His eyes stayed fixed on me while he spoke the next sentence. “Lemon’s going to love me eventually.” “So will she.” The certainty in his voice landed directly somewhere dangerous inside my chest. I looked away first. Then exhaled softly.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

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.

"You and Arc are going to go bromance." Chelsea's eyes widened in shock. "What?!" he exclaimed, louder than intended. A nearby couple turned, intrigued. A breeze rustled the leaves as Chelsea's mind reeled. "Bromance?" he repeated, struggling to wrap his head around Lily's plan. "Bromance," Lily repeated. "Two male friends who act like lovers, but are just really close friends with a bond that surpasses romance. Straight girls eat the shit out of shipping two guys together." "You're a lesbian, how are you getting caught up in straight people's business?"

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

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.”