Lemons Wattpad Novels & Stories

I picked my phone from the sink and opened my chat with Lewis. I decided to change his contact name from "Boss" to "Babe" with a heart emoji. I proceeded to type what I would need throughout my period. I looked at the message before clicking send. "Hey babe, these are what I need."👇🏻 -Sanitary pads (for heavy flow) -tampons -panty liners -disposable panties 😑 -menstrual pain relief patches -******* painkillers And lastly, a hot water bottle. "You can help me pick any snack for my cravings, as long as they have chocolate in them. "

“I wish I never tried that stuff. I’ll never smell lemons again and not remember seeing Sally dead and bloody on the floor.” “Lemons,” I repeated. “What do lemons have to do with it?” “That’s what the stuff smells like,” Kyle replied. “After I snorted Ice, all I could smell was lemons.” “Oh my Goddess,” I mumbled as the sight of stacks of Lemon boxes from Virople flashed through my mind. Was Ice what had been in the boxes the faction had kept beneath the Association Complex?

“Come on. You’re being too sour. Why don’t you listen to your mother, huh?” “Get your hands off me, stupid Gabriel!” Tam exclaimed as the other pack members laughed at their antics. “Why? Didn’t I say not to like lemons too much?” Gabriel teased with a smirk. Tally, Tam’s little sister, raised her hand, “I also like lemons, Gabriel!!” “Ask Tam to give you one, Tally,” Gabriel said. “Tam! Give me lemons!” “Enough! Get off me, all of you!” The members of the pack from servants to soldiers all laughed seeing the chaotic but lively interaction amongst the youth.

It did a violent, nauseating somersault. Vaguely, I remembered Lorna’s cryptic warning to her brother that morning. ‘Mum’s having tea with the Lemons.’ No wonder it had sounded familiar. The Lemons. Of course. My grip loosened. The phone slipped from my fingers, plunged into the bathwater, and vanished beneath a layer of bubbles and floating petals. I fumbled for it, grabbing the slippery thing and hauling it out. The screen was black. Unresponsive. A small, rectangular corpse.

“Rich Lemon Man. Mami left the house before breakfast because of Rich Lemon Man.” “Mami said Rich Lemon Man is annoying.” Al, still hugging his whale shark and looking like a veteran of the pastry wars, nodded while wiping his nose. I stared at my son. He stared back with wet, innocent blue eyes. “And he has too many rules,” Al added, his voice still rough from crying. “Like no vendor, no private wing, no lemon people.” “Lemon people?” Rafael asked. “Tree people,” Gabby corrected irritably. “Keep up.”

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

"This is not just your personal matter. An heir is crucial to the future of our pack. If you won’t accept Zoey, I can arrange other women for you." "We’ll talk about this later!" I rubbed my temples, not wanting to argue with him anymore. *** Five years ago, I planted a lemon tree at the spot where Freya’s plane crashed. Now, the tree had fruit on it. The lemons smelled fragrant but were also very sour. I stayed in Santorini for one night. In the evening, I was sitting alone at the bar, drinking, when a woman dressed seductively came over to strike up a conversation.

Liam walked close to her, a smirk on his face. He was just as eager as she was to see Lily dethroned. For him, it was personal—a chance to escape the ties of fate that bound him to Lily and choose his own path, alongside someone who shared his ambition. Once they reached the clearing, Lexa pulled out a worn leather-bound book, its pages yellowed and brittle with age. She held it up, her face alight with excitement. “This is it,” she said, glancing at the others. “The ritual to summon the moon goddess herself.” She opened the book to a marked page, the ancient words written in a language few understood, but one she had painstakingly learned.

I cannot afford to fuck this up! The class drags on and when the bell signals the end of class; I dread the lecture I knew I was about to receive. After I pack up my things, I look up and make eye contact with the bespectacled Liam Marsh. He was Waterford’s Golden Boy and Valedictorian, always top of every class. His green eyes seem to sparkle as he offers me a smile, but I look away before anyone could notice that he greeted me. I know it was a dick move, but I cannot be associated with someone like Liam.

Through his hand where it touches my neck. And Liam's eyes flash pure amber. Not shifting. Something else. Something I have never seen before.