Lemonade Mouth Characters Novels & Stories

"Chocolate and vanilla! Daddy said we can!" "He did," Tate called out from behind the counter, setting down two small plates. "Well, dragon rules are very clear," Marlon said, leaning closer to his webcam. "You have to take giant dragon bites. Are you going to save a slice for me?" "No," Maple said bluntly. "You're too far away." "I can save a piece in my pocket," Rosy offered sweetly, patting her pajama top. Marlon chuckled, the cone wobbling on his forehead. "I appreciate that, Rosy. You two look so big today. Are you sure you're four? You look at least five."

He looks toward the door smiling, “Mother, I didn’t see you standing there. Please, take that apron off and come out to join us.” “I would love to join you but I have things to tend to inside. I just wanted to see if you require anything?” Before Grant answers, she turns to Charlie, “How is the lemonade Lad?” He looks up at her smiling, “You sound funny...just like Grant.” Clearing my throat his eyes dart to look at me then he addresses Grant's mother again. “Oh, and the lemonade is yummy. It's better than mommy's!” He says far too enthusiastically. Smiling with her eyes she looks at me as if she were looking into my soul. Usually, that would be disconcerting but she is so warm, it doesn’t b

His breath fanned my face, but the door opened before his lips could touch mine. Lucian appeared with a tray of fresh-squeezed lemonade that he had made this morning. “This is my best picture of lemonade yet! You're going to love it,” Lucian said as he set the tray down and poured three glasses of lemonade. The angel was funny. He was more excited than we were to have a sip. He sat back in his seat, holding his glass with both hands as if it was precious and he was afraid to spill it. He slowly sipped it and exhaled a satisfied sigh, smiling while he licked his lips.

Orange juice splashed across the table. Leo froze. The glass remained in his hand. The table was now wet. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Leo sighed dramatically. "I was trying to help." Naomi burst into laughter. "I know." Martha entered the kitchen just in time to see the mess. "What happened here?" Leo pointed at the juice. "The orange attacked me." Martha laughed so hard she had to sit down. Naomi shook her head. "This child will become a lawyer one day." Leo grinned proudly.

Toad asked digging through the box until he found a red lollipop. “You got a passport?” Werewolf asked Knuckles pulling the box towards him. “What flavors are there?” “Strawberry.” Toad said pulling the candy out of his mouth. “What flavor do you want?” Nessie looked in the box and pulled out an off-white lollipop. “Apple pie.” “Hell yeah.” Werewolf said accepting the candy. “Yeah, call me Lollipop all you want.” Lollipop smiled. “These things fucking rock.” Ink came over holding his youngest infant, Camden.

With sugar and lemon! He turned around and shook his head with carefully drawn out strands, sticking out his tongue at her. Kindergarten. Pointed elbows on the bar, the toe of the slip-on taps an eager rhythm against the shiny metal footstool. A thrill of happiness flooded Kit, taking her breath away.

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

Weister asked. "Yes, I am Vinca Limack", She answered, stunning them. "Do you remember us?" asked Maria with an expectant face. She nodded. "You are Miss Sweet Lady. That's Miss Stern Face," looking at Weister. "That's Mr. Nice Guy", looking at Leo. "And that's Mr. Cold Face", looking at Frost. Leo roared in laughter while Frost scowled. It seemed she named them in her mind according to their character. Not wanting to wear her out, Weister asked them to step out and let her rest.

I say and he laughs softly. “I think it’s the lemons, they have to be artificially modified, steroid filled lemons.” He says and I nod laughing. “It definitely has to be the steroids.” I say taking another sip, this time I don’t go all in. he’s watching me, I feel awkward gulping the lemonade with his eyes on me like this. “Yey! We’re having lemonade.” Kelly says from a few tables from ours. She smiles at me when I turn and look at her.