Lemon Sweet Adventure Time Novels & Stories

“Why are you holding on to a bracelet in your other hand?” “I need something close to Jill to hold. This is a friendship bracelet that she made for me years ago. Her and Victoria both have identical ones” I put a marker next to the building with the time and date so that we knew that’s where Jill was. “If they keep her here, we can jump over the wall here” I pointed to the map “We could be in and out within five minutes max. Would you be able to keep everyone asleep that long babe?” James smiled at Megan, and it made me miss Jill even more

She said, "I heard your phone was destroyed in the car accident, so I specially got your SIM card replaced—you can use this for now." I nodded, powered it on, and was immediately hit with a flood of notifications that nearly made my hand go numb. All of them were from Monica, Clarissa, and Jocelyn. "Orlando, Liam is fine and doesn't need your skin transplant" was what they had texted. "We're leaving first. If Mr. Bryant Senior asks, just say you weren't careful and got in a car accident while driving."

she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket. I looked up, flour dusting my hands. “Crystal, please tell me this isn’t another TikTok trend.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a TikTok video. Look!” She shoved the phone in front of me. My breath caught as my eyes landed on the bold header: Invitation: Culinary Partnership Presentation – Marshall Foods International. My heart skipped. Once. Twice. I blinked at the words, convinced it had to be some elaborate prank. I let out a nervous laugh. “This isn’t real.”

Sour— very sour. But after a moment— a hint of sweetness lingered. “Clar, look over there,” Lucas pointed. “That yellow one is Soft Fruit. It’s sweet and sticky—you’ll like it.” He peeled one and fed it to her. She took a big bite. “Wow… this is really good.” With most of the tribe busy smoking meat— the two of them practically cleared the entire area. Hundreds of fruits. Enough for a huge batch of dried snacks. By the time Lily and the others came the next day—

"Whatever you say, Sancha. It's not like we were planning something nefarious. And don't get worked up, I was just notifying you so you could vouch for me if Papa asked." "Yes, Ade, I know what to do. I'm sure you're aware that I've got your back." When she saw my beautiful smile, her face wrinkled up. I can't stop myself from laughing. "By the way, your cousin must have heard about Millenium Dreams, huh?" It grabbed my interest right away. Cousin? Perhaps he was referring to Carl, he was a social butterfly, after all, and it's not surprising that he knew one of them.

a female my mom’s age squeals, squeezing my bicep. I am. Shifters aren’t often made with my kind of bulk. I got lucky, I guess. I gently pry her loose, and another one cops a feel. She’s closer in age to my grandmother. I flex for her before I lift her back up to the plank walkway that leads through the tall grasses. My ears are ringing with female laughter, and my nose is filled with—lemon. Lemon? Fucking delicious lemon. Sweet, juicy lemon. Bright yellow, sugar-crusted, cool-on-a-hot-summer-day lemon. My nostrils twitch. My wolf, who had been on his back with his belly exposed, loving life, hops to his feet.

“I was checking the time.” “In the last ten minutes, you've checked the time seventeen times.” “Maybe I'm very invested in time management.” Maddie didn't even look up from the marshmallow she was carefully roasting over the fire. “Did time text you back?” I shot her a look so sharp it should've caused physical injury. Instead, she nearly laughed hard enough to drop the marshmallow into the flames. “You're looking at Lemon again.” “No, I'm not.” “The brightness from your screen is literally lighting up my face.”

- I facepalm myself - "my point is you need to throw that nasty ass candy away and get a lemon." Furrowing my brow, I'm trying to figure out what he's even talking about. "A lemon? Is this some weird reference to making lemonade or something stupid like that?" "While that would have been a good one, no. This is about how sniffing a lemon cancels out all the other smells around you and calms the tummy. In fact…" He reaches into his drawer and rummages around for a few seconds. "Ah ha! Here it is. I brought you this."

"If it's not interesting, the only thing we've wasted is a little time and we'd have learned something." "What's that?" Krista asked. "That the caves on Cayman Brac aren't interesting," Zach replied, drolly, getting a laugh from Enoch. "I, too, find them very boring," Enoch said, smiling, "but we have so few things above the water to show people like you who might be interested. We have to make lemonade from lemons." Grand Cave, just a couple of minutes up the road, proved no better, only bigger.

“It’s still early to prepare for it. I’ll stand by till Sam gets here.” I looked at the machine right in front of my eyes. It was made of steel, a ton of wirings, a cylinder-like metallic body, and some other bits of gear I am not familiar with. “Working on it again?” I asked. I heard how my mom took a deep breath. “Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.”