Lemon Story Novels & Stories

He even pinched her cheeks to see if it was real or not. "How do you know my name?" "I know all about you, you can't go back to your world until your job is done Jessy." "What kind of tasks?" Jessy asked confused "Choose one of the books followed by your necklace, there you will know who you really are." Jessy walked towards what was followed by the necklace she was wearing. Holding a book called 'The Kingdom Of Werewolf'. The book flew then opened right in front of Jessy. A light came out of the book then pulled Jessy's body into it.

Just then, a young woman approached with a bouquet and said, "Hi there! Our flower shop is doing a promotion today. If couples can prove their compatibility by answering three questions with matching answers at the same time, we will give the couple a free bouquet." Connor and Anna accepted the challenge. The young girl asked, "Where did you have your first date?" "At the park." "At the cinema." Anna tugged on Connor's sleeve and said, "Are you misremembering things? We watched a romantic comedy at the cinema for our first date." Connor stiffened. He realized he'd mixed things up. The park was where he and Sylvie had their first date. Turning to Anna, he apologized, "I haven't been sleeping

Leo looked Clara up and down, searching for the right word, "...staplers. Very shiny." James face-palmed. "Oh god." "Thank you," Clara managed, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "The staplers are very important to the business." "I'm in business too," Leo informed her seriously. "I run a very successful lemonade stand. Made three whole dollars last week." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I could buy you juice box sometime." Hannah was now coughing to hide her laughter while Mia watched the scene unfold with fascination. "That's very generous," Clara replied diplomatically, shuffling some papers on her desk.

Dominic, as unlikely as their packs had been allies for years, but still, this was unusual by all means, but then it had been too long since a Harem had been in their lands. Sabrina placed her hand over Riley’s, which didn’t go unnoticed by the twenty-two males that had been watching them closely since they started reading the letter.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

JORDYN 🌹 “What did you do, Jordyn?” Melissa reprimanded me over the phone. I paced around in my office, raking my hands through my hair. “It happened so fast, Mel,” I said in frustration. “He was going to tell Vanessa something that wasn’t true.” “You’re messing this up,” she said, the sound of horses neighing in the background. “I told you to be careful.” “I was,” I corrected myself immediately. “I am.”

He seems like a good man, a thousand times better than me. "Sincerely, Lorenzo." After writing the letter, Lorenzo read it three times. Then, he put it in an envelope and addressed it to the flower shop. However, he didn't mail it. He put the letter in his desk drawer, next to that photograph. He didn't do it because he knew that the letter shouldn't be sent. It was just his way of making peace with himself, his way of saying goodbye. … Elena's POV A year later, in the city of Bribao, Spania, my flower shop was doing better and better. I had hired three employees and opened a second location.

It was beautiful to watch. And Amber and Leo got to taste nearly every dish on the menu, seriously it was like the best night of her fucking life! Especially when she and Leo shared a generous helping of the Lemon Honey Semifreddo, it melted in her fucking mouth. This was as close to Heaven as a girl like her would probably ever get. The last bite turned into quite a battle, at least until Leo conceded and so gentlemanly placed the fork against her lips for her.

She and Amber grew closer as the hours passed and their lips never seemed to stop moving, much to the surly billionaire’s chagrin. But Amber loved every fucking minute of her company, got satisfaction from the flushed cheeks or aggravated sighs from Grayson that his mother’s stories often caused. And she had the best stories indeed. Amber would tuck herself into the armchair by Leo’s bed and listen to Viola spill all the embarrassing anecdotes, often laughing until she peed herself a little. The stories were worth pure gold. Even though Leo often made an appearance in them, the chef never seemed to get embarrassed by their retelling and often added juicy details of his own. He seemed to enjo

The missing piece that refused to stay buried. By the time he got out of bed, he already knew he wasn’t done with it. --- Breakfast didn’t help. Leo was halfway through a story about something that happened at school, something about a frog and a teacher who panicked. Elena kept interrupting to correct details. They were both talking at once by the end of it. Dante smiled at the right moments. Nodded when it seemed expected. But he couldn’t follow the story. Sienna noticed. She always did.