Mash X Lemon Novels & Stories

He was already reaching for the lemon, but he hadn't moved back yet, and Bella was very aware that Devon was three feet away and paying close attention to whatever he was supposedly reading on his phone. "Yes," she said. "Lemon." Liam cut the lemon with one clean motion and squeezed it directly into the pan, and the smell that came off it was immediate and sharp and good. He tasted it himself, right from the spoon, watching her while he did. "Better?" she asked. "Much," he said. He was not talking about the sauce and they both knew it and neither of them said anything about it. Ethan called her over at the counter twenty minutes later.

“We need you to drink the medicine to help Lenora wake up.” She swallows hard and slowly smacks her lips. When she stops, she relaxes and her wolf features fade. Lenora looks peaceful with a soft smile that makes me smile. “It’s not a pleasant taste. Very tart, like a bitter lemon.” Delilah shakes her head. “I still haven’t found a way to sweeten it.” “That would explain her reaction. Wolves don’t like lemons, but Leni loves them. Strawberry lemonade is her favorite thing in the whole wide world.” I chuckle and smooth her hair back. “Isn’t it, Sugar?”

Mason was quite shocked to see Leon there. Leon just gave him some Energy Nurturing Pills in the afternoon, so he did not expect Leon to return so quickly. "Mason, have a few drinks with me," Leon said with a sigh, heading right for a seat. "Oh, okay," Mason was stunned. He could feel something off about Leon's expression. After that, he did not say anything as he motioned for the bartender to bring the best of their alcohol over. "Mister Wolf, here." Mason poured Leon a glass of whiskey.

He also threw onions from the dish at me. I even grinned when I saw his eyebrows meet. 'It's my time to annoy him.' ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ "What's other delicious flavor shakes can you make, Ry?" "Hmm, melon and maybe orange," I answered while washing up the dishes. "Isn't orange a little bit bitter?" "Why is that bitter?" I replied while raising my eyebrows, I even managed to turn to look at him. "The peel is bitter, isn't it?"

“Stop banging your head sweetie, take a bite.” She felt someone opened her mouth then put something in it. Fauzia gently chewed it until she tasted its sour taste, somehow her breathing lightened and she turned her attention to what she was eating. Regardless of its taste, in a few minutes, she felt better and she was in a better condition while eyes are close as she catch her own breath. “What is lemon for?” Austin asked Mavis. "Lemon tastes strong, that is what I used to eat to stop my panic attacks," Mavis explained with a smile, she adjusted the Fauzia's seat while eyes are still closed.

Twenty minutes later, Hector came back and plopped lemons down beside Madeline with a thud. Madeline glanced up from her painting to the unpeeled lemons and asked, "You think I can eat these like that?" Hector jutted out his chin defiantly. "Why not? They're the priciest lemons from the grocery store!" Was it about the price? Madeline gave him a long look. "You've got to wash the lemons, slice them up, and dunk them in water to make lemon water, you know. " All that for a drink?

I say and he laughs softly. “I think it’s the lemons, they have to be artificially modified, steroid filled lemons.” He says and I nod laughing. “It definitely has to be the steroids.” I say taking another sip, this time I don’t go all in. he’s watching me, I feel awkward gulping the lemonade with his eyes on me like this. “Yey! We’re having lemonade.” Kelly says from a few tables from ours. She smiles at me when I turn and look at her.

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.

Melissa called from where she was prepping the tiramisu. "The microplane?" I asked, rummaging through a drawer. "Yes, that's it!" As I handed her the tool, our fingers brushed, and for a moment, we both froze. Then Melissa smiled, a real, genuine smile that lit up her whole face. "Thanks, sis." The simple word, so casually said, brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them back, not wanting to turn this moment maudlin. "Anytime, Missy. Now, don't forget to zest the whole lemon. Mom always says that's the secret ingredient."

Damien Shaw Since the ice cream truck across the hospital is closed, Lily and I decided to go for smoothies instead. Somewhere in the middle of the smoothie-maker blending the strawberry-banana smoothie, I rake it’s almost 8pm. “A little extra lemon juice, if you can,” Lily says standing on her toes so she can be able to see whatever the smoothie maker is doing. I can notice her eyeing the lemon in the smoothie-maker’s hand.