Moriah Elizabeth Lemon Novels & Stories

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.

Rumor had it that it was his mate who looked out for the pack members. Liam found it disgusting, he hated the word, mate. He could never have one or live his pack in the hands of a female. He only saw them as free fucks. Tired of the galore, he was ready to call it a night when the anchor said. “And on a final note, let's have some closing remarks from Crimson's adorable Luna, Nicole Mallory,” Cheers and applause echoed around the hall. At once, Liam was curious to see the so-called Luna. He watched as she climbed the stage, adorned in a pale green sheath gown that lapped her curves and complimented her eyes. He heaved a sigh when he recognized her.

"And yet you claim you don't know him. You seem quite eager to steer clear of him, Mrs. Jamison." Lauren realized that she'd walked right into Liora's trap. Liora sat beside Rhea and drawled, "Oh, seeing you reminded me of something… My friend, Maeve Corbin, is also based in Colburn. She says she's met you before, Mrs. Jamison. Do you remember her?" Maeve Corbin? Lauren didn't know who that was. With everyone's eyes on her, she furrowed her brows and forced out a response. "Vaguely. I've been so busy lately that it's hard to keep track."

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

I say as charmingly as I can manage, "I need to bring him back to his mother. She is desperate without him." "So you say, so you say," says the Queen. I shoot a look at Luka. I see his expressive eyes grow sad. "I would like to take him home, please." I say again, trying to smile though my stomach is beginning to revolt against this sewer fantasia. I'm trying not to stare at the globule of green slime that drips from the one of the sewer queen's large nostril but it's impossible. It elongates until it is as thin as a string, then plops into her teacup. The grey liquid ripples and I feel my stomach turn.

At least, he had a good reason to think about her and not some girl he could not figure out what exactly was going on between them. “If Lizeth is the one making you look like this then you really should erase her from your thoughts. She is not the prettiest girl in Europe. Look, there are a thousand other girls that are better than Lizeth. She lacks manners and class. Focus on someone better like…Isis” she paused and smiled. Omarion struck her a long stare. Ignoring Omarion’s eyes, Madam Louisiana went on. “Isis is a very beautiful young lady. Her eyes are bright and lovely. Her smile…goodness! It makes the heart at ease” Madam Louisiana’s hand was placed on her chest as she demonstrated in

Adora closed her eyes, breathing in deeply with the lemon pressed to her nose, savoring the sharp tang of citric acid that seemed to clear her head and settle her stomach. It felt wonderful. Louis turned just in time to see her, half amused and half exasperated. “Do you know what you look like right now?” “Like I’m smoking opium—one of the really strong kinds…” Adora exhaled with a laugh, then explained, “Sherry told me about this trick, and it works! Yesterday I read on a pregnancy forum that some women crave the smell of car exhaust. I tried it—it didn’t work. But lemon? I love it.”

"Scarlett." ******

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

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.