Romans & histoires Lemon Stories

There were footsteps approaching, so I turned around to find my dad scoping the refrigerator. "Guess who I got to have a good chat with today," he spoke. "Nearly an hour, too. Nice to talk to an old friend every now and then." "Who?" I asked, knowing all too well. "James." "You talk to him all the time, dad," I said, smiling. "How are they up there?" "Well enough. Better than that, I'm guessing. Leon really brought up the company since he took charge." "He's always been a good businessman," I murmured, my tongue suddenly heavy. "They're a good team.”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

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During a routine Survey Corps scouting mission beyond the walls, Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë veered off-path, drawn by rumors of hidden hot springs. The forest thickened into fantasy: steam rose from glowing pools, infused with aphrodisiac mists that heightened senses, making skin tingle and desires burn. No Titans lurked here,just pure, intoxicating allure. Grabbing his wrist and walking in front of him clearly more excited then he was,but she knew they needed this,they had been starved off each other for months .

So he sulked out of the apartment, leaving us alone with Liam. The moment the door was shut, Lemone turned to Liam, a twinkle in his eye. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s something personal I wanted to discuss with you. It’s about my daughter…” Clearly, Lemone had asked Lucian to fetch coffee as a ruse to get Liam alone. As a human, it would hardly be appropriate to discuss werewolf matters in front of him. Liam, however, wasn’t interested in discussing what ‘plans’ Lemone had up his sleeve for Liam and his daughter.

Fey stated. “You are unbelievable, one minute you don’t want to leave the mansion and the other minute you don’t want to leave the company,” Layla said. “you can’t be thinking like this, have you forgotten this saying that when life gives you a lemon make a lemon soup,” Fey said. “It isn't lemon soup. It's lemon Juice. Where did you get all of that?” Layla asked as a smile danced on her lips. “I know you haven't heard this before, you should be thanking me for letting you know all of these things, you don’t know how much stress I put in to learn all of this stuff,” Fey stated.

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.