Mash X Lemon Novels & Stories

"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.

Melissa complained, holding her back with one hand. Leona smirked. “Don’t forget, you agreed to carry the heavy stuff.” Melissa narrowed her eyes. “I agreed under duress.” They both laughed and continued. As they moved through the aisles, Melissa balanced a watermelon in her arms while Leona added chocolate bars, strawberries, and vanilla extract to the cart. “Ooooh, strawberries,” Melissa said, placing the watermelon down. “We can dip them in chocolate. Romantic and delicious.” Leona raised a brow. “Romantic?”

That was not a good start. I lined up a piece of broken lemon next to it in an attempt to soothe it, but it actually made it even worse. The lemon was not sweet, much less neutral, a bloody citric acid that made her shiver with agony compulsively begging for water. God, how can people drink that?

Dave looked at me and started grinding from hear to hear and I wondered why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Damion said he'd get me the lemon. We finished at the restaurant and left. We stopped at a mall to get some lemons and when Damion handed them over to me I couldn't stop smiling. I would have started eating them right inside the car but he stopped me and said I should until we got home, so a maid could wash and slice them for me.

The waiter worked swiftly as he placed everything on the table. A steaming bowl of chicken alfredo was placed in front of me as well as a large glass of raspberry lemonade. The drink was a gorgeous shade of vibrant pink. Thin slices of lemon and tiny clumps of frozen raspberries floated freely in the glass. Bouncing amongst the other deliciously as I poked the cup with a giddy gasp. “Are those real raspberries?! You put real raspberries with your lemonade?!” “The lemonade is made with real raspberries. But we usually don't add extra fruit to the drink. Mother told me it’s something you like.” Smugness seeped into his smile. “Seems she was right.”

Lanny's brow raised with suspicion. Harvey then continued, "Food in this world is mostly harmless by itself. But there are times they can become lethal when combined together. For example, lemon and milk, as well as honey and ghee. But even fewer know that bananas and milk can't be mixed together. These combinations make them indigestible, and it would hurt the gut. With that caffeine thrown in? You'll die if you don't get it flushed out of your system." Lanny blinked. "Banana?"

She came in at a close second. "Tell me, Ciaran, how is your endeavor going with the coal mines you are pinning after?" Nerezza asked and spooned some ice cream into her mouth, Lemon flavored with a sweet granadilla syrup. Mint leaves to break up the sugar. I smiled and took a bit as well.

The third one has smashed potatoes he now tops with chopped mustard greens. Hm, heaven. “Lemons,” he nodded on the basket above the island. Reaching for it, I grabbed the grater as well and zested the lemon on the smashed potatoes. When I saw enough yellows above the greens, I cut a lemon cheek and squeezed the juice on the cooking pan. “I’m certain that would taste delicious.” I froze in my trance, still bothered by what he said earlier. The gentle brush of our forearms burned me, igniting the flame I thought I slew with a cold shower.

- she laughs -Come on, first let's take care of the pets (...) The sun was at its peak when we started picking fruit, I had a basket picking acerolas and Betina was not far away picking lemons. I dared to eat one of these little fruits and I was delighted with the taste. - This is very good - I say taking another - Yes, even though I prefer to make juice. Acerola with lemon makes a beautiful mixture, the sour taste of lemon provides a delicious contrast. - I finish pinching the fruits and go back to picking the ripe ones - There are other fruits that I plant here, you can try them all and tell me your favorite later. - says smiling

David, who is pretending not to listen, raises an eyebrow in my direction, and I pass him a sheepish smile to just go along with what I said. He shakes his head, amused, but returns to studying the wall, and Malin beams at me. "I have food for you too. My lemon trees are finally giving fruit. Do you want to try some? It's deliciously fresh." Before I have time to say anything, she sticks inside her apartment and comes out seconds later with a bag of lemons. I take it from her too, and she smiles radiantly at me.