Lemon Novels & Stories

"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.

And certainly not Kael Thorne. Yet here she was, panting like a bitch in heat over a male she should have run from. Luna splashed cold water from the nearby stream onto her face, trying to erase his image. But Kael was burned into her memory. His eyes—fierce gold with a touch of hunger. His voice, dark and sharp as a blade. His body... gods, his body had made her thighs clench just from standing near him. She was losing control. And she hated it.

Adora closed her eyes, breathing in deeply with the lemon pressed to her nose, savoring the sharp tang of citric acid that seemed to clear her head and settle her stomach. It felt wonderful. Louis turned just in time to see her, half amused and half exasperated. “Do you know what you look like right now?” “Like I’m smoking opium—one of the really strong kinds…” Adora exhaled with a laugh, then explained, “Sherry told me about this trick, and it works! Yesterday I read on a pregnancy forum that some women crave the smell of car exhaust. I tried it—it didn’t work. But lemon? I love it.”

Along a path cut into the hill, where weeds put up a good fight against stone. The lemon grove started where the town stopped. The air cooled down and turned slick in my throat. The trees were close and careful. You could walk into that dark and never find your way out without losing your dignity. The smell of the fruit was real and thick, not the clean candy smell from a bakery. It was green and bitter and tasted a little like medicine. Salvo coasted to a stop. He pointed with his chin. “There,” he said.

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“So how does that turn into a fire?” She leaned forward, her small hands gesturing as she explained. "The acidity in the lemon reacts over time. If the acid levels get too high and the metal corrodes, it can cause a short circuit. If you leave it too long or if the lemon dries out, the resistance builds up heat. It’s a lot of small things that can go wrong, and if they do—well, it can ignite." "And that’s what happened?"

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

He winked at me and I blushed furiously using my sweater sleeves to try to cover it. "Well lemons are as they are, they are strong, pretty strong at first like we all know, but after a while of taking it, we get used to them, but if we go a while without taking it, it might sting again with the same effect it have the first time," he explained. I actually understood them clearly, now she understood why they had fruits on them, they were metaphorically like the fruits. "They are also called Arizona," "What about the first one?" I asked him.

I say and he laughs softly. “I think it’s the lemons, they have to be artificially modified, steroid filled lemons.” He says and I nod laughing. “It definitely has to be the steroids.” I say taking another sip, this time I don’t go all in. he’s watching me, I feel awkward gulping the lemonade with his eyes on me like this. “Yey! We’re having lemonade.” Kelly says from a few tables from ours. She smiles at me when I turn and look at her.

She came in at a close second. "Tell me, Ciaran, how is your endeavor going with the coal mines you are pinning after?" Nerezza asked and spooned some ice cream into her mouth, Lemon flavored with a sweet granadilla syrup. Mint leaves to break up the sugar. I smiled and took a bit as well.