Life Never Gave Us Lemons Novels & Stories

We both knew silence was the only thing that wouldn’t feel embarrassing right now. The plastic seal peeled like it had second thoughts. Air escaped with the faint breath of bergamot and old -fashioned powder and the kind of lemon oil rich women use on leather when they don’t want to think about anything hard. My throat did something unprofessional, but Elky didn’t mind.

He hit the brakes, pulled over, and I hopped out before he even shut the engine off. There was a little boy behind a crate of lemons, no older than ten. I asked how much in broken Italian, and he just grinned and handed me one. I pulled Marco over, paid, and bit into the lemon like it was an apple. He stared at me. “You’re insane.” “It’s fresh. Taste.” He took a bite, winced. “Jesus. That’s pure acid.” I laughed, wiped juice off my lip, and kissed his cheek. “Wimp.”

Old lady. “He doesn’t like his lemonade from the juice maker. He hates the taste of the zest in the lemonade” “ohhhhhhh. How did you know this?” “I have been his maid since he was a kiddo. That’s when everything he had known fell apart. And from what I see, it keeps falling apart” “ohhhhhh my god. It must have been a lot for him. Is that why you are making him lemonade?” “well, lemonade and vodka. Perfect for the afternoon”

The night Justin Lane proposed to his first love, I stood on the terrace of the thirty-third floor, holding a report that diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer. Through the windows, I watched him kneel and slide the pink diamond ring that had once belonged to me onto another woman's finger. I endured the excruciating pain and stayed out on the terrace beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wouldn't disturb their beautiful moment. Then Justin saw me. There was no panic or guilt in his eyes. There was only disgust. From the other side of the glass, he sneered and pointed toward the edge of the terrace. Then, he mouthed the words to me. "If you want to jump, then jump. Enoug

I just made it for you. Elias knocked the thermos out of her hands. Scalding soup splattered across the floor. "Where's the money? I told you to borrow money! Did you get any?" he screamed hysterically. Claire stumbled back a step, tears streaming down her face. "I tried everywhere. Nobody would lend us anything." "Useless! All of you are useless!" Elias grabbed his pillow and hurled it to the floor. "What am I supposed to do now? Just wait to die? Is that it?"

I said to him. “Three whole moons? You are going to be throwing up like that?” He asked, clearly shocked. “Yes. That is precisely what it is. I'm sure it would ease it out as time goes on” I quickly assured him, seeing the horror on his face. “Why don't I get you back in bed? Do you want anything to eat?” He asked me, his voice worried and filled with concern as he led me gently back to the room. “Just water and a pinch of lemon juice in it” I asked, wondering how on earth I would want that since I hated lemons.

Shirley said. "I know," Emily said, reaching out to take Shirley's hand in hers. "But you are going to be fine. It is that a**hole's loss. At least thankfully, your father was able to get back the drive," Emily added as both girls started walking towards the staircase. "I don't even want to think about the means he used to get it back. It serves that family right. Using people is wrong, so wrong," Shirley said. "Have you scheduled the photoshoot with JK Cosmetics?" Shirley asked as they started to climb up the stairs.

It’s as if we’re always busy fighting this invisible war against life. “Great, so rich people can have crappy lives, too,” Lee mumbles. Jackson glares at his roommate, a strange look in his eyes. He takes his phone and shoves it into his roommate’s hands.

“I used to believe fate was mercy dressed as chaos. Now I think it’s punishment disguised as purpose.” Leo’s throat tightened. “Don’t say that.” “How else do I explain it?” Cris shot back, though his voice trembled. “We find each other again, across lifetimes, just to be torn apart by the same crown, the same lies. Tell me what that means, Leo.” Leo hesitated, his heart straining against the cage of duty. He wanted to touch him to remind him that even curses could hold warmth, but he couldn’t. Not here. Not with half the court pretending not to watch.

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn