Lemons On Friday Novels & Stories

He still is but far less than before, "It's going down on Sunday, that gives a day to prepare." Lucius seethes just loud enough for us to hear. I completely forgot it's only Friday, public holiday and all. I'm slightly surprised it's all happening, I thought I would've bailed by now. "Leave." Lucius commands, bitch please I don't work for you. We exit the office, none of us uttering a word on our way out. Cole leads the way with Zack behind me, I'm in the middle of a disorganised human chain.

Marlyn and Lexy called all their close friends to ask who would like to join them on their Friday night hunting escapade. They have common friends, so Lexy did not mind who Marlyn would invite to tag along. Friday came, and all of them were excited to see each other for a good time again.

"Maybe this Friday?" "Any time is okay with us Your Highness." Collins beams at him. "Do you have airtime on your phone?". "Not really. Why?" . "Here." Leon dips his hand in his pocket, takes out his phone and passes it to Collins. "Make a call to Royal Oak and have them deliver pizza." "For you?". "For you guys." He gestures for Collins to bend and when he does, whispers something in his ear. "Okay Your Highness." Collins nods and went ahead to do as Leon ordered.

It's Friday, and we might probably see each other on Monday. Although there's some part of my brain wishing for him to look for me over the weekend. Fridays are usually meant for night outs with my friends, to blow off some steam from hectic weeks, but last I checked, the only true friend I've left is Leon. When he calls to confirm my plans for the night, I brush him off. I intend to spend the night with my mother, talking and watching her favorite soap opera. Leon and I agree to meet up on Saturday night.

Maybe he's with Krizza right now. Ugh! This is frustrating me! "What's happening to you, Miss Myrtle? It seemed like you were in a bad mood the whole day. This is very much not like you." Lemon walked toward me on the couch while holding a bag of honey-flavored potato chips. "Is Krizza beautiful?" I asked her out of the blue. My mouth just suddenly uttered that without my brain's consent. Lemon bewilderedly looked at me for a few seconds, and then she smiled.

Dave looked at me and started grinding from hear to hear and I wondered why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Damion said he'd get me the lemon. We finished at the restaurant and left. We stopped at a mall to get some lemons and when Damion handed them over to me I couldn't stop smiling. I would have started eating them right inside the car but he stopped me and said I should until we got home, so a maid could wash and slice them for me.

He said and I laughed. "Okay Romeo, Friday should be great," I Said. "What do you need to do on Friday?" he asked me. "We are going on a date on Friday," I said. "Are you dismissing my questions again?" he asked. "No I am not," I said. "Yes you are, you have your, you do not need to know voice," he said. "What voice? I have nothing to do on Friday," I muttered quickly. "See now you are being defensive," he accused.

Finish your rotation there, see how things go. Angelia smiled. ‘Thanks, Dad.’ *** Lemuel was on his way to the women’s dormitory, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a big bag of snacks in the other. He’d bribed Callie with a blueberry muffin and learned of Wendy’s addiction to sugared almonds. In case the nuts couldn’t persuade her to go on a proper date with him, he also prepared the flowers. But his hope for a romantic weekend was dashed when his phone vibrated.

“You’ve taken on too much at once.” She gave a small, knowing smile. “I don’t really have a choice.” Before I could respond, Elijah’s voice cut through the conversation. “You know,” he began, leaning back with an amused expression, “speaking of events… I just remembered something about a lemon.” That alone was enough to catch everyone’s attention. Levi raised a brow. “A lemon?” Kaizer smirked faintly. “This should be interesting.” Elijah exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly as if still unable to believe his own story.

"L-lemons?" May spared him a double take glance before going with the last chance Dylan might let her have, before he gets her head. "Lemons." She whispered to herself before sending a message to the ground. He caught the whiff of the lemon scent he anxiously hoped was right. For a moment, they both watched Dylan stand still without a reaction, his eyes on them like he was still waiting for the trick that had long been at play. "Why isn't he reacting?" he found himself mutter lowly to May.