Lemon Novels & Stories

He had fresh fruits with him and he went to the sink and washed it. "I'm sorry about Leon. But you can punch him anytime if he does something crazy." "I can handle myself, Bull. You don't have to treat me like a baby." He only smiled. "We have lime and lemons. It's good for healing wounds. It'll also give you healthy skin." He started slicing the oranges and lemons and squeezed them. Then, he mixed it with a few more fruits and gave it to her. She accepted it and looked up at him. "Thank you."

I said, "Especially when you brought the notebook with you?" "Exactly," he replied, feeding me some lobster meat. It was tender, succulent, and slightly tangy. The lobster was fresh. "Why does it have a hint of sourness?" I asked. "That's lemon. It's a specialty here," he replied, looking at me, "Do you like it?" "Yes. It's so fresh and tender!" I praised, then asked seriously, "Aren't you afraid they might detain us?" "Are you afraid?" he countered.

- she laughs -Come on, first let's take care of the pets (...) The sun was at its peak when we started picking fruit, I had a basket picking acerolas and Betina was not far away picking lemons. I dared to eat one of these little fruits and I was delighted with the taste. - This is very good - I say taking another - Yes, even though I prefer to make juice. Acerola with lemon makes a beautiful mixture, the sour taste of lemon provides a delicious contrast. - I finish pinching the fruits and go back to picking the ripe ones - There are other fruits that I plant here, you can try them all and tell me

"What is this?" "Lemon juice." "So sour." "My mom says it is good for nausea. When I was pregnant with Leo, I had to buy lemon drops everywhere." I say. Multiple steps were heard as Athena, her fiancé Rex and Effie's boyfriend Logan came downstairs. "Morning, dearies," I smile. "I will never get tired of hearing that," says Logan, kissing Effie's head and her belly where their child is growing. "I'm with you, bro," Rex agreed. "It's like I'm living in England."

"You two nesting in here? Did I lose my business for good?" Quill flinched hard enough to bite his tongue. Hawk dropped him like he'd been electrocuted. Lily stood a few feet away with a coffee in one hand and the deadliest smirk in the city. She didn't wait for permission. Stepped right through the still-fresh mop puddle and kicked a shard of glass across the tile. "Damn," she muttered. "You two smell like you've been humping since dawn. It doesn't smell this strong on event nights."

Damien Shaw Since the ice cream truck across the hospital is closed, Lily and I decided to go for smoothies instead. Somewhere in the middle of the smoothie-maker blending the strawberry-banana smoothie, I rake it’s almost 8pm. “A little extra lemon juice, if you can,” Lily says standing on her toes so she can be able to see whatever the smoothie maker is doing. I can notice her eyeing the lemon in the smoothie-maker’s hand.

My body is Switzerland. My eye keeps drifting to the bakery box in the back of the fridge. I’m not stupid; I know lemon bars are not Phase One of Recovery. But the idea of one small square—the tang, the sugar, the way it tastes like sunshine and intention—feels like medicine the doctors don’t write down.

“You know your herbs. Your Witches taught you well.” Celine smiles warmly “But there’s a little something else too.” Celine nods, accepting the challenge, and takes another sip, swilling it around her mouth this time to get the depth of the flavours, then she smiles, “Lemon balm?” Lottie squeals with delight, “Yes! Our secret recipe is out, but it’s good to see someone appreciate the teas I spend so long making.” Celine inclines her head politely,

She always blames me for the past and never misses a chance to remind me. “Ben, the name of your company is Limone?” Laurel squeaks, sitting up. “I had no freaking idea.” “What’s the inspiration behind the name?” Hillary asks, looking at me. I don’t intend to answer but of course, Jake can’t help himself. “Ben used to be obsessed with lemons since he was five. The name just means lemon in Italian.” “Why Italian?” Laurel looks between us. “His first love’s from Italy,” Jake adds. I grit my teeth.

"Are you sure? Can you flip it open?" I checked, but there was nothing that indicated that the card was folded. "What kind of card is this? There are no writings on it." "Hold on, I think I know how to get the words out." Logan got up, went to the kitchen, opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a lemon. I wondered what he was going to do with a lemon because I wasn't seeing how a lemon was going to help us see what we wanted to see. After cutting the lemon in two, he squeezed the juice out one half into a container, placed a brush in it and brought it back to whe