Lemon Story Novels & Stories

Place yourself Moon. "Shut up! Stop if you don't want Negative F on your papers!" Our history teacher shouted and silenced them. Fortunately, they are afraid to put an F on the paper. "Ms. Moon, Introduce yourself." She said that's why I took a deep breath before facing my classmates again. "My ..... name is ..... Moon Laureen Venumous ... I'm a ..... Levite and I'm one of those picked from RF--" I couldn't continue what I was about to say when suddenly laughed my classmates.

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.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't

“Can’t you even put up with such a small thing as this for me? Listen, Amelia. We aren’t leaving this place today. We’ll stay until the party ends. Charlotte, treat her wound. “Whoever helps Amelia will be considered to be against the whole Rolling Stones.” His words sounded like a sentence. Charlotte grew triumphant. She lifted my injured arm as if it were a rag doll. “Don’t worry, Ethan. I’ve treated wounds like these many times before. First, we need to disinfect them.” She grabbed a glass of liquor and poured it straight onto my wound. The burning pain made my weak heart stop for a moment. My mind cleared a little. I spat up blood and managed to say with difficulty, “M-my father… Reece…

I ended the call and strolled out to the balcony with my peace lily plant in tow. The afternoon sun was like a cozy blanket, all warm and lazy. Down below, a girl in a white dress was on her tiptoes, reaching for a balloon tangled in a tree. A boy dashed up, gave her a playful hair tousle, and with a quick jump, snagged the balloon for her. She grabbed it and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him blushing like a tomato. I watched them and could not help but crack a smile. Life was good.

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

"I am happy that my work could gain national recognition but I am not finishing that letter. Micah said as his body gradually becomes unrigged again. Micah be serious... Miss Robin started but Micah cuts in. I am serious. The story has not yet ended and until it does the letter cannot end. It may seem like rough copy and it is not poetically written but that how the story is. " It is based on a real story. Miss Robin asks Yes I got the idea from a real situation but it is Fiction. Micah said after a while of being quiet. But still... Miss Robin began "If you force the issue, I won't give my permission for the letter to leave this school. Micah threatened. I am pretty sure that he isn't allow

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

Kale said bringing another lemon gum out and chewing it. The lemon gums were the ones keeping Kale from complaining much. Angela was glad she took some with her. More lemon gums meant fewer complaints. “There is nowhere else we can find it, only here,” Justin answered taking a lemon gum from Kale. “Hey! Keep your dirty hands to yourself!” “Cool down Kale. It is just one,” Justin said mockingly. “One is more important to me than you are. So watch your tongue!” “Enough bickering people. You do not want to get attention from people.”