Lemonade Mouth: Wen Novels & Stories

“That's good. It's good to see you eating and not rushing over to the bathroom to throw it up a second later.” “Yeah.” I say, drinking my water. “Can I at least have some juice to go with this instead of water?” I asked, pouting. Maya cocks a brow and chuckles. “Alright, I'll take pity on you. But,” she says, raising her finger. “But what again?” I asked with a frown. “But, it has to be lemon juice, nothing else.” I sighed heavily. “You know, you're worse than a doctor. Thank God you're actually not a doctor or all your patients will grumble at the sight of you.”

Raol smirked and also picked up a glass in his hands and their both clinked their glasses together, Instantly gulping down the entire fluid. The lady bartender instantly dragged a tray in front of them which had salt and cut lemon placed on it. “Oh my!” Hazel patted her chest and instantly picked up the lemon sucking it little. Ethan also picked up the lemon and squeezed it sucking it liquid with his tongue. He then smiled looking at his. “How was it?” “Firey! I think it has burnt my insides. Hehe!” The girl giggled a little planting her right hand on his shoulder while with her other hand she was holding another class of vodka.

After saying that, Lorraine took a small sip and felt it was particularly special. "Very special, it seems like there was soybean powder, right?" she asked Leila. Leila nodded, "There was a little bit of cheese, garlic, and some stretchy mashed potatoes." "And there's garlic too, the vampire would be done for if he drank it," Lorraine said casually. Leila, however, burst into laughter, "You have such a wild imagination, haha." Leila smiled, leaving the male classmates stunned. The little girl was already beautiful, and when she smiled, it was absolutely stunning.

Beside the bowl, a glass of cold lemonade sparkled with condensation, tiny droplets running down the sides. "Here, the farmer’s wife says you remind her of her daughter.” Jelo says and I look back, the farmer wife waves at me. I wave back at her and I smile. “I remind her of her daughter? Does this dress belong to her daughter then?” I ask. “Perhaps, their daughter is dead.” Jelo says. “Oh, poor thing.” I say. The scent of the sweet strawberries mixed with the tangy aroma of the lemonade makes my mouth water. I take the glass of lemonade first, the coolness of it is refreshing as I sip. The tart flavor is something I never thought I would crave. The sweetness bursts onto my tongue as I bite

She breathed heavy, waiting for him with her legs open. He stepped close to her so that his hips were level with her face. B was already hard, but he’d never been blown on his fishing boat and he wasn’t going to pass up a chance now. “Suck me.” Her lips parted. B slid his cock into her wet mouth. He felt the slightest sting on the tip of his dick from the citric acid in the lemonade. She pushed her head forward and he pushed into her. The rocking of the boat kept them in an almost perfect rhythm. He could cum in her mouth right now, but didn’t want to lose the moment. Not yet. He slowed and pulled out of her mouth. B wanted to slide inside his newfound treasure.

“No one says that.” “Your’e right. They don't. But maybe they should” she muttered, lips curving in mischief. He shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching despite himself. By the time they reached the bar, the hum of conversation had grown louder. The bartender straightened when he saw them, smiling too hard, as if serving Damon Hale was an honor reserved for a few. “Mr. Hale. Ms. Wren. What can I get you tonight?” Lena’s eyes skimmed over the menu—cocktails, champagne, aged whiskey, more champagne. Not a drop of juice, soda, or water in sight.

My lips turn down at the corners when she tells me I will be working, serving cold lemonade to the spectators *** Seeing the Arena for the first time is a jaw-dropping experience for me. I have never seen anything so magnificent that holds such large gatherings of all kinds of beings. Our driver takes us to a booth that had 'Free Lemonade. Courtesy of Night-Howlers pack.' written on it. Martha and I quickly make our first batch of lemonade and soon we have a long line of people in front of us waiting to get some. I wish I could watch the duel myself. If not for anything but to find out what is so special about the Quinn brothers, especially the one they called Thor, that is making female hum

His erection greeted me with a standing ovation. I was surprised at how big it was and my mind panicked for a bit, as I think how it would even fit in my mouth. ****** ‘If it fitted down there, I’m sure it will fit up here.’ Leia seductively explains as she refers to my mouth. My cheeks went crimson as I realize how open our conversation is. ******

"Good. Then stop complaining and drink it." I Made a face that made her laugh despite herself. "You know I hate ginger." "I also know you've been throwing up every five minutes...The internet says ginger helps." she said "The internet also says people can survive on lemon water for a month." I argued She shrugged. "We're not testing that theory." I sighed dramatically before forcing myself to take a sip. The bitter taste spread across my tongue immediately, making me cringe. Sarah burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she watched my expression.

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.