Lemon Stories Novels & Stories

Once at the table and at dinner time, Miriam and Lu go to the bathroom and immediately Lu asks: -Miriam, What did you feel when you saw your great love? To be continued.

'When life gives you a Lemon, make Lemonade.' Somewhere around a mountain: A little girl of about 10 years old was seen crying as she quickly dialed a number from her phone. On the third ring it was picked. "Hello mummy." Lola said in tears. "Yes, what is it? Why are you crying? You and Nora aren't back from the walk you both took one hour ago." Mrs Mary, the twins mother said worriedly as she put the phone on loud speaker so that her husband will also hear their conversation.

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

She gasped in mock surprise. "So it's two against one now? No problem, lemme mind my business." We all laughed at her antics. It was actually a box of chocolates, the same ones that made me puke on my first date. Cringe worthy, I know, but it's still a bittersweet memory. We were done and I was about getting into my car when Gerald called out to me. "I'd like for us to talk one on one, soon enough."He suggested. I turned to Laila who stood on the side of the vehicle, she signalled me to listen to him.

'Maybe you already know everything about him but in your books they've written a half truth. T - They H - Hate E - East M - Men Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

A smug little smile even tugged at his lips. "See?" he said, taking the envelope. "I knew she'd come around eventually." He was already thinking ahead. "Get a nice piece of jewelry from the boutique. And book that French place in the west end. Tonight, I'll—" His voice died in his throat as he opened the envelope and read the first line.

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

astonished they all looked at her even blake took a step away "Okay, I guess it's story time, You might want to grab a seat son, it's a long ride" she announced excitedly Blake gently obeyed sitting next to Jack and Ayesha who didn't seem worried or scared but appeared to be interested in Luna story. "A long, long time ago, before any of you were born, before I was born too, a witch fell in love with a very handsome wolf, it was forbidden but they were helpless. They had what we can call a sweet hide-and-seek relationship until a vampire fell in love with her. It then became complicated, at that time she was pregnant for the wolf and was doing her best to hide from the vampire. When he found

Now his gaze is more serious. "Yes yes, I'm not angry," Jeno replied with a smirk until his eyes narrowed. "I'm dirty Jeno." Only that came out of Leora's mouth from earlier, more tears came out without permission remembering what happened yesterday. "Leo, I'm not forcing you to tell a story. Don't be forced," Jeno's grandson. "B-but, I want a story."