Lemon Novels & Stories

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Coco takes the paper and says "Show me the most embarrassing photo on your phone" Cream blinks. Once, then twice before saying in his slow, low voice "I don't know where my phone is" Coco tuts, raising the spoon "Now, that won't do my love, open up" Cream takes it, putting on his lips. Everyone watches him take it, hoping it would show a reaction, and it does. I mean, he just twitches his eyebrows but that's how bad it is! "Caramel" Caramel winces before asking, because he didn't even say it "Dare?"

Come on, one, two, three! “Wow, I can’t believe that worked.” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. This room. Why does it seem familiar? It’s like I have been here before. The wooden cabinets with flowers engraved with a horse. The hanging chandelier is bigger than a car. Unbelievable how certain people will buy unnecessary stuff that has no use.

Kyle heard that and was extremely happy, as quickly as a squirrel walking towards Terry: "Only Terry is the only one who understands. It's also because of you that I took the time to prepare this juice. It is a combination of pineapple juice and lemon juice. This recipe is what you just learned! I tried it, and the taste is quite special!" Terry immediately smiled, only to hear Louis lightly laugh: "Combining pineapple and melon? This is my first time hearing about this juice. You let us drink. Will it ever cause us to lose our lives?" Kyle then let out a disgusted sigh and said, "You've lost your head and mind, not your life. Having said that this juice dish

"What is this?" "Oleander. It takes four days to work." I don't even want to know how she knows this shit. I pulled my phone and called mom. "Elena, did you know your hedge is a poison?" "What?" "This pretty pink flower, did you know it's poisonous?" "Where are you?" "In your driveway." "Well what are you doing there?" "Just answer the question Elena." "Your father said something about it once but I didn't pay it no mind. I think you have to eat a lot of it or something like that."

As the group took their first sips, they were greeted by the tangy yet rejuvenating taste of the freshly squeezed lemons, perfectly balancing the sweetness and acidity. The salads, carefully prepared with slices of succulent cucumbers and tangy lemon dressing, offered a light and refreshing flavour that awakened their taste buds. The crispness of the cucumbers and the zesty citrus notes of the lemon created a harmonious blend, leaving a delightful lingering taste.

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.

a female my mom’s age squeals, squeezing my bicep. I am. Shifters aren’t often made with my kind of bulk. I got lucky, I guess. I gently pry her loose, and another one cops a feel. She’s closer in age to my grandmother. I flex for her before I lift her back up to the plank walkway that leads through the tall grasses. My ears are ringing with female laughter, and my nose is filled with—lemon. Lemon? Fucking delicious lemon. Sweet, juicy lemon. Bright yellow, sugar-crusted, cool-on-a-hot-summer-day lemon. My nostrils twitch. My wolf, wh

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.