Life Never Gave Us Lemons Novels & Stories

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to. THE END

The two girls couldn't go anywhere if Julian was grounded. Kieran thought everything would be safe this way. But he underestimated the ability of his wife and nephew. It was the holiday, and they were bored. Valerie decided to make some juice. Suddenly, she saw lemons in the refrigerator. She tasted one and found it to be too sour. Holding the lemon, she asked her friend, "Jules, what do you think a cup of pure lemon juice tastes like?" Julian was curious too. "I never tried before. How about we give it a shot?"

He always tells me that we need to enjoy every moment of life as if it is the last day of our life. "Life throws you lemons, pick it up, throw in the juice blender, swoosh, lemonade," that was his advice to me if I come to him whining about my problem. Live for me, must be taken seriously, set up with a career. There must be a purpose in our life, which is what I always tell him. His reply amazes me, "We work hard to earn money, to get this and that but do we take that to the grave?"

She giggled. "I thought there was more material than that." She shrugged with a grin. "What can I say, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonades. Besides, you bought it." "I’m having second thoughts. How long can it possibly take to remove it." Sliding her tongue along her lower lip, she said, I don’t know. "Why don't you find out?" His eyes turned dark. "We'd never get out of here." "I wouldn't complain." She said,

“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.

THERE was this saying that, "life will always throw lemons at you, what matters is what you do with your lemons." That saying was crap. Life didn't just throw lemons at people, she also dictated what they'd do with those lemons. Hence, we didn't really have a say in anything. It was why she was called life. That established, I didn't expect the lemon life had decided to hit me with— "We're selling the cafe." —right in the forehead.

I felt a rush of empathy for Felix and what he had to deal with. Felix ignored his brother and announced to the table, “Now presenting prickly pear and lemon pies from Samara’s Place! I’m so excited for you all to try this one. It’s been one of my favorite things I’ve tried recently. He made eye contact with me and smiled widely. Despite my humiliation and despair, my heart fluttered. Traitorous heart. “Actually,” Samara cut in, “We are serving our lemon pies with lime zest today.”

"No matter how bitter the lemon, you can always make lemonade." Kara turned to him, curiosity flickering in her dark eyes. "You never talk about your family." "Because there’s nothing to talk about," he said simply. "Life’s been cruel, but I’ve learned to make do with the lemons." A laugh burst from her lips—raw, real. Rodrigo grinned, joining her, the sound of their laughter breaking through the weight of the night. "Thank you, Rodrigo," she murmured. "For everything." His nod was slow, thoughtful. "Always."

LEVI: Life is really kicking my ass harder than I can imagine. First, I lost Kookie from being foolish. Then, I lost my father, and now my mother has cancer? It’s like, what next will life take from me? Because I have nothing. At this point, I couldn’t care less, and I didn’t give two shits what it wanted to do next.