Light Xl Lemon の小説・ストーリー

Liam, Zak and Leo are sitting at the table laughing hysterically, drinking some brownish colored drink. I walk toward Liam whose eyes light up. He pulls me onto his lap as he kisses my cheek. I don’t know how everyone feels about this public display but no one seems to mind. “Here, try this”. He hands me his glass. I smell it. It smells like sweet oak. I take a tiny sip. It burns but is SO GOOD. I take the rest like a shot.

she said kindly, but her brown eyes were full of meaning. Leon sat down in front of her, his gaze immediately drawn to the package of medicine Lidya was holding on the table—a small box labelled "VitaMax Power" or something like that. "What's that, Miss?" he asked curiously, immediately googling the name of the medicine on his mobile phone while pretending to be casual.

more lost than I already was, drowning in whatever this thing between us had become. Lexi shook her head with an exasperated sigh. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tube of lipstick and a matching gloss, then walked over and pressed them into my palm. The cool metal felt grounding against my skin. "Here's the shade, Lena. Take it," she said, her tone softening slightly. "And for heaven's sake, make sure to reapply it anytime this idiot decides to kiss it off. Which, knowing him, will be roughly every five minutes."

"Funny that a man of your standing would want to see me in a hurry," Maddox objected, walking across the room to the bar to pour two shots of an alcoholic beverage that had more value than any other in the entire casino and was a significant vibrant yellow color; D'Amalfi Limoncello Supreme. He in a glass tumbler poured him just enough to taste the delight and richness in one gulp.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

Then, before I could stop him, he turned the screen toward me enthusiastically to show the post. It was a video of Lemon chewing directly through the side of his shoe while he narrated in the background with deeply concerning levels of affection. And beneath it, the caption read: Lemon’s first mark. Limited edition. One of one. I stared at the screen for two seconds before laughing despite myself. “You’re literally showing off.” “Obviously,” Julian said with complete seriousness. “Look how strong that bite was.” Then, somehow even more proudly: “That’s my girl.” I shook my head helplessly while turning back toward Lemon again.

Mable held Lemon on the couch and replied, "It's okay. I'll let her sit on my lap. No effort is needed." Eugenie bent down and looked at Lemon sitting on Mable's lap. "Wow, Mrs. Fowler, is this you and Master Blair's daughter, Little Lemon? She’s adorable." Mable nodded and smiled. "Yes, her full name is Leena Fowler, and we call her Little Lemon." "What a lovely name." Eugenie reached out and played with Lemon. “Hello, Little Lemon. Can Auntie Eugenie touch your hand?” Lemon did not shy away and held Eugenie’s hand.

He didn’t waste time—he pulled forward fresh fruit, delicate creams, and polished molds. “Today,” he said in accented English, “we will create one of my favorites. Le Citron.” My eyes widened. The Lemon. I had seen pictures of this masterpiece, perfectly shaped like a lemon on the outside, but inside… a delicate harmony of textures: lemon curd, almond biscuit, white chocolate. The epitome of edible art.

But right underneath the paper, folded up in Leo's little hand, was a small, shiny plastic object he had picked up off the backseat floor of the corporate vehicle when his nanny loaded him in for school earlier that week. "Daddy, you dropped your toy in the car," Leo said innocently, handing the small object to Julian. "It was under the front seat where I put my shoes." Julian reached out to take it, but Elara’s hand got there first. She took the small, metallic cylinder, her brow furrowing as she looked at it under the bright office lights. It wasn't a toy. It was a premium, designer brand lipstick tube—shade Midnight Rose. The exact unique color Sienna wore every single day.