Light Xl Lemon Novels & Stories

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?

It had been a long time she got dolled up for a party. She put on a yellow tube top and a pencil skirt that was just inches above the knees and a pair of Versace sandals. This outfit hugged her in the right places and she looked like a model on the cover of a magazine. If that wasn’t enough she put on a Patek Phillippe rose gold watch and a matching bracelet, a Diamond choker with the diamonds earrings to match. She was dripped and blinged to the gawds. No one would be able to tell that she had never gone to such places.

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.

I can perceive that he enormously appreciated threatening that person. I analyze the innards of this costly vehicle, The vehicle is extremely lavish within, and the seats are made with some astonishing material that I can nearly sink into. An enormous touchscreen extends between Liam and me, 3D liveliness moving across it. For a brief period, I entertain myself with that, tinkering with the virtual buttons. Then, at that point, I recall how hungry I am and I get my food and begin eating a cut of my lemon pie.

“Long day?” “Very,” Lune replied, shedding her jacket and letting it fall onto the nearest chair. She walked over and settled beside him on the couch. The familiar scent of his cologne filled her senses, grounding her after the whirlwind of the day. Arlo raised his glass. “I thought you might need this.” He offered it to her, and she accepted it with a grateful smile. She took a small sip, savoring the rich flavor of the wine. It was a welcomed distraction, and the warmth spread through her, easing the tension that had built up throughout the day.

"I don't know, whose is it?" "Something taken out of your pocket, and you tell me you don't know?" Lana was irritated. She directly opened the tube, surprising Liam to find that it was a used lipstick. "Isn't that yours?" Upon hearing Liam's response, Lana rolled her eyes in frustration. "I don't have this shade, and I never use this shade." It was a light sandy color with a hint of orange, a more subdued and elegant tone. Lana never touched such colors. She preferred bold, vibrant colors, much like herself. So, she usually opted for bright red or powerful, dramatic shades.