Lemonade Mouth: Charlie Novels & Stories

I spun the door handle to go get it as calling on any of my teammates would be a joke raid. "You—" That was Charlie. She pushed the door open like she'd been chased by a vampire or something, lunged toward me, and the next moment, we both were in my dressing corner. She was on my body, lips parted, eyes darting into mine like they were begging, her glasses falling from their spot to my bare chest. I raised my brow with a smirk at her. "Couldn't wait to hold me?" "Hmm… what's going on here?" Jack and the others just walked in, literally muffling shit-talk about the mate bond. I fucking heard them. I pushed Charlie off me and threw her miserable looking brown big glasses at her, just how I hat

Rosie, ever the pragmatic and sensible one, poses a good question. “I don’t know... I, he was already shouting at me. I kinda just tuned everything out.” If they traced the shame in my voice, they didn’t mention it. “Damn, you’re like a sheep in a lion’s den. If you’re not careful, he might just bite you.” Charlie makes light of the situation. “I doubt he’d find me tasty.” I deadpanned. “Ooh, she’s got jokes!” Charlie delightedly squeaks out. “This is why I like you. You make fun of yourself.” He points his salad at me.

Harvey smiled at Charlie and the others after gulping ten whole glasses of Drink of Life in a single go. “Everyone, please!” “Let me take a break! We’ll have a rest!” Charlie felt extremely horrible at this moment. He would not dare to move a single inch. He was afraid that he might not be able to control his bowels because of it. Harvey chuckled. “You can’t lift your glass? Let me help you!” Harvey smiled while lifting a glass of liquor and poured it in Charlie’s mouth while forcing it open. “Blaargh!” Charlie could not hold it any longer. He vomited all over the place. His consciousness collapsed. He also could not control his bladder any longer.

she continues, groaning in appreciation as she takes a bite of Arya’s potato salad. Xander looks equally disgusted. “I got zapped to Boston. Isaac ended up in some backwoods nowhere town. Lacy? A high school.” Charlie snorts. “And they fucking zapped me into some rundown gas station bathroom. It was disgusting.” It's hard not to laugh. She’s so adorable when she’s pissed. Everyone around the table is clearly fighting not to crack up. When Charlie looks up and catches our faces, she sticks out her tongue and then bursts into laughter, letting the rest of us follow suit.

Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste "Happy birthday, Baby." I smiled seductively. Mr. Charlie laughed a shy little chuckle, hastily setting the plates down with a clatter and stepped toward me without a word, quickly grabbing the sides of both breasts, hoisting them up high to meet his face and took the frosting covered teats into his mouth one at a time.

I captured every drop of Lexie's excretion from her foot with my tongue. The flavors stimulated my brain unlike anything else. She struggled for a while until she finally stopped resisting. She sat comfortably on the chair and stuck out her foot, allowing me to do whatever my heart desired. And so, my tongue glided from her ankle to her toes, then backtracked. There wasn't a spot on her feet that I hadn't tasted. Lexie, slightly flushed and half-enjoying it, said, "You're so good at this, Mr. Kane. I feel so… good. Ticklish—but good."

Charlie said proudly. The mobile phone in Anne's hand rang, and she touched Charlie's little head. "Go and play!" "Okay." Charlie ran to look at the leopard coral trout in the fish tank with Chris. The leopard coral trout was still alive, which meant that Charlie was pretty good at keeping his pet fish. Chloe picked a small flower and threw it into the fish tank, floating on the water. The leopard coral trout ate the flower in one bite. The three cute faces stuck to the glass jar were stunned.

Charlie whispered, starting to move her hips suggestively against his, allowing him to feel the heat of her entrance, even through the layers of clothing, "Or we'll end up getting smeared. Swallowing the growl he wanted to give as he replied that she was certainly about to get slathered all over, but not pudding, he just obeyed her silently, letting her feed him the dessert. Looking more than aware, and also content, with all the attention he was giving her, Charlie often stole mouthfuls for herself, swirling her tongue around the spoon he had just licked, leading Morgan to lose herself in the fantasy of having her lick something else, but in that exact same way...

Ethan shot me a cold glare and said angrily, “Amelia, had enough? Stop pretending and get up!” The next moment, he froze. My face was deathly pale. Champagne and sweat soaked through my clothes. Small cuts from the glass shards on my pale arms left faint streaks of blood, but I did not make a sound. “Amelia’s terrified of pain… Could it really be…” Ethan did not know that I had no energy or strength to cry out. Charlotte quickly grabbed a can of high-strength sports drink and forced it into my mouth without hesitation. “It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!”

Xander says jokingly. “Okay, Charlie, take 3 sips if you don’t like to swallow.” Charlie’s face screws up in confusion and she asks, “Swallow what?” I can tell Monroe is holding in laughter when she explains, “Cum, Charlie. They want to know if you like swallowing cum.” Charlie’s face turns red and she says, “That would be a no,” and takes her 3 drinks. “Alright, Cade drink 4 sips if you’ve ever gone through your contacts or friend list on social media looking for your next booty call.”