Mikasa Lemons Novels & Stories

"I'm a monster to a human like you, aren't I?" "Just intriguing – and the most beautiful creature, human or haint, I've ever seen," Rose smiled, licking the poison up. "Mmm. Like lemon. I love lemon sour candies. Did you ever have those growing up, Catarina?" "You're trying to distract me from your kiss!" Catarina laughed, tickling Rose. "Yes, we call them "Lemy." But my favorite is pastillas – Ambrosio makes the best soft milk candies. Here, try some," Catarina soothed, pulling multicolored pastillas out of her leather pants pocket with delicate red wrappers.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Jessica is in tears and I have shown her each item inside the fridge, but we cannot find her ‘Water Mai Mai’. “What are you girls doing?” Jonas asks and I turn. My expression stunned. He is wearing a crisp dark blue suit, which fits him perfectly, Odd considering that it belongs to Mikolaj. He has Jessica’s dress in his hand. “You are going alone, you know that, Right?” “WATER MAI MAI!” Jessica screams again and I wince. Jonas leans into the open fridge to pick up a half cut lemon. “This is what she is asking.” I sigh and Jessica jumps. I showed her the lemon, but she was busy crying instead of paying attention.

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He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

“Make it easy, Nik? Just stab it, that's it." “P-stab?” “Yeah, in… um… in what, huh? This is a moci, this is a lemper, right?” “Le-lemper?” “Yes… God, what's in that book? Who put it there?" Nicholas groaned in frustration. But his voice only echoed in my heart. Not being able to make a sound even if it's only the sound of a squished rat. "Yes, stab the lemper, squeeze the moci!" Alesya is enthusiastic. His eyes sparkled, sure this was all easy and would be over soon.

Eros threatened with a deep tone. "Touch a single hair on Keisha's body, I dare you," he added to his sentence as he menacingly glared at the man. "Who the fuck even are you?" Eros asked with a raised eyebrow and the man in front of him turned to his wife with a curious look. Keisha just shrugged at Daimon. "Ah, so you haven't told him," he concluded with a sigh. He stood up from the couch and walked to the desk. They're currently inside his office and when he reached his desk, he opened the locked drawer. He grabbed the fox mask that he always wore during his assassinations and threw it across the room toward Eros. He caught it mid-air and started inspecting it.

“I spoke too soon, huh.” “Sorry about that Mike.” Leah stepped in beside me. She then turned to me and introduced me to him. “Selina, this is Mike Lawson, he’s a Mavi.” “Hello,” I reached out my hand for a shake which he gladly took. A Mavi, he’s from the South. “Mike Lawson at your service m’lady.”, he bowed down after he let go of my hand. I awkwardly stood there. Leah chuckled at my reaction. “You’ll get used to it. You’re royalty after all.”

It made me wonder just who she really is. I was literally gaping at the interior of the place, fascinated by how soundproofed it was. I could no longer hear any of the blasting music. Looking forward, I realized that there was now some distance between myself and Lady Misaki, as I had been too busy gaping at everything. I watched her grab a flute of champagne from a masked female, who was in nothing but tiny, see-through lingerie.