Lemon Meaning In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Les: “I already had it checked out. They said it's because I'm crazy about you. #yourestuckwithme #ificanthaveyounoonelsewill” Me: “So it's established that you're crazy, now would be the best time to run. #packingmybags” Les: “You want to run from a predator? I must tell you I love to hunt. #letthehuntbegin” Me: “Why did I just totally imagine you as a wolf? A werewolf to be exact. #imdoomed” Les: “And I just imagined you as a soft, plumpy, juicy rabbit. This has inspired a new nickname for you, Bunny. #tasty #youredoomedforsure”

"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.

His manly ego cracked learning that he was shorter than her. "Fuck you!" he spat, accusingly pointing his finger at her. Leona snorted. "Better luck in next life." The dark Rapunzel spun on her heels, intentionally slapping the man with her dark strands. Teasing was her thang and then walking away was her charm. She was a forbidden apple, miles away from the grasps of men. Checking her phone, Leona huffed. "Don't you fucking die, idiot!" she howled at her phone, gaping at the three per cent oxygen in her phone.

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.

The breeze, carrying the scent of lemon blossoms, danced through my hair and fluttered the pages of the yellow notebook in his hand. I looked at him. I couldn't read the words on those pages, but my hand instinctively squeezed his. Our fingers intertwined. I didn't know who he was, but my body remembered. Disease could wipe away every memory, but love was etched into the bone. Like the roots of the lemon trees, it was buried deep in the soil of Selvorn.

he said, pulling out a small pouch and handing it to me. As I unwrapped a piece and popped it into my mouth, the familiar tang of lemon exploded on my tongue. It tasted… like him. Like his lips, always faintly scented with lemon, intoxicatingly sweet. The memory of our kisses, the taste of his skin flooded back, igniting a fire within me and a canal desire. Heat suddenly surged through me, and I could feel my chest tightening. Fuck! How can lemon candies turn me on now? I’m slowly getting crazy.

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.”

Cramle’s son was about as bright as a moonless night—wasting Myla on him was out of the question. Lucan said, “We’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?” His frustration was evident as he dug his nails into the wooden table. Meanwhile, Levi, with a nonchalant tone, casually remarked, “Honestly, I don’t see anything special about that child.” His words ignited a storm in the room, and the others quickly followed suit, expressing their outrage. Feeling the burden of his position, Alphonse pinched the space between his eyebrows and heaved a weary sigh.

"Hm, I know you often read adult romance novels even though you weren't 17 at the time." Leon's next statement made Felen no longer hesitate. The word may have been erased and replaced with a definite word. Leon must have known all the most embarrassing things about him. That fact made Felen's body limp until he accidentally tripped over his own feet. The girl resignedly thought that she would fall humiliatingly in front of the creature that was there.

“My mother makes it with lemon when she thinks I might be sad.” “We’ll make it with something stronger after you sign,” Leo said, and a ghost of a smile slid across his mouth and didn’t quite land. “I signed a lot of things I didn’t read, growing up,” Lena murmured. “Rules at school. Church commitments. Pledges that made me promise I wouldn’t touch a body that wasn’t mine.” Her gaze moved to the window that overlooked the stage lights. “Here I learned you can promise to be touched and call it a vow. It was the first time I felt honest.”