Lemon Story Novels & Stories

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

He hit the brakes, pulled over, and I hopped out before he even shut the engine off. There was a little boy behind a crate of lemons, no older than ten. I asked how much in broken Italian, and he just grinned and handed me one. I pulled Marco over, paid, and bit into the lemon like it was an apple. He stared at me. “You’re insane.” “It’s fresh. Taste.” He took a bite, winced. “Jesus. That’s pure acid.” I laughed, wiped juice off my lip, and kissed his cheek. “Wimp.”

Now it gleamed under the low lights, brass or gold. “Dance for us.” Kade’s command cut through my confusion. The women stepped onto the small stage. The one with amber skin—her long dark hair sweeping down her back, wrapped her fingers around the pole first. Her body lifted like gravity was a suggestion. The pale one joined her, their limbs tangling as they spun together, tits brushing against tits, hips rolling in perfect synchronization. I couldn’t look away. “Isn’t this better than a boring road trip to your unrequited love?” Kade’s voice was like poison wrapped in honey.

He stopped the car waiting for the green light. “It’s true. You don’t. This is one of the things that makes you unique, piccola,” Leone replied softly, and this time his tone was honest. “I also know you’ve had a lot of media proposals to ‘tell your story’… They must have been generous. You wouldn’t have to work again, I’m sure.” She turned her head and looked outside the window. If Leone thought she would sell their story to the highest bidder, then he didn’t know her at all.

"She was begging for my help, and I pushed her away! All because of your lies!" Melora turned blue. She struggled wildly. Artemis pulled his crazed wife away. But his eyes looking at Melora were as cold as death. Zale stood up slowly. The pressure of the Sea God crashed down on Melora like a mountain. "Melora." His voice was a low rumble, like a judgment passed in the depths of Tartarus. "You took the Golden Apple. You killed Kressa." "No!" Melora shook her head wildly. "I really needed that apple!"

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.

Valentine’s day noon, bibigyan niya dapat ng chocolate na may kalakip na love letter itong si Jamie pero sa halip na ang kababata ang makakuha ay ang bully niyang classmate kaya sa halip na Valentine’s ang nangyari ay naging fun run dahil sa hinabol siya nito hanggang pag-uwi. Pangalawang pagkakataon ay no’ng college days nila. Nagpractice siyang maggitara para mag-alay ng kanta during foundation day tapos ay magtatapat siya rito. Pero no’ng pagkatapos niyang magperform sa harap ng mga tao ay biglang nag-brown out at ang siste ay sa halip na serenade the campus ay nagmistulang may fireworks display dahil nagkaroon pala ng short circuit. Hindi pa siya nadala at gumawa ng pangatlong attempt. T

I looked above and saw a lemon falling! "Ouch!" I screamed in pain. That was painful, and it hit my forehead! I held my forehead, and there was a bump. I got outraged and looked back to where that lemon came from. "I am so sorry! I was harvesting lemons, and one fell from my hand!" A boy in jumper shorts and stripes yelled at me. I didn't respond and just left the place. But he has no right to harvest anything here, and this is my mansion. "Hey kid, get down there," I told him in a somber tone. Nevertheless, he went down immediately.

Aziel handed me the basket with the sliced limes and the jar that was filled with salt. “Use them on your hair. It will help remedy the smell,” while I was busy with trying to remove the smell from my hair with the salt and lime, Aziel looks constipated. He continued to fidget in his place while avoiding to look at my direction. I rolled my eyes at his actions. Clearly, he wanted to say something. “Come here. I’ll wash your hair for you,” I reluctantly walked near him and turned around. He gathered my hair and pushed my head under the water out of spite, for I’m acting like an ungrateful bitch.

And she crumped up her paper to show that she was finished. "Does anyone have any questions for Emily about the book she selected?" Ms. Reeds asked. Her smile was somewhat less bright. No one raised a hand, so she asked, "Where does the story take place? Where is its setting?" "The forest," Emily said. "On a river. The river is where they go rafting." "Were there any other memorable characters in it? Besides the girl and the dog?" "No," Emily said. "Oh, there's a bear. A grizzly bear. I guess I forgot to mention him."