Nalu Lemon Hard Novels & Stories

Levi reappears, a red plastic cup in each hand. “Ladies,” he drawls, holding the drinks out toward Nessa and me. I take it from him, staring down into the cup dubiously at the red liquid inside. “It’s jungle juice,” he provides before I can ask. “Tastes like kool-aid, but watch out, that shit is potent.” Nessa takes a sip, swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Ooh, this is yummy.” She turns to me, tapping her cup to mine. “Try it, Vee!”

“This is incredible, Laura.” “You're just saying that,” she said, feeling her cheeks tingle once again. “I'm dead serious,” he said. “This is unbelievable. How did you make this?” “I won't tell you all of the secrets,” she said, with a sly smile. “But I can tell you that part of it is about using lemons straight off of the tree. Once you have lemonade with fresh lemons, you'll never be able to go back.” “You're right about that,” he said, shaking his head in awe. “I think you've just ruined me. I'll never be able to drink lemonade from the store again.”

Lemon gave up on catching bubbles when she saw her mother and ran toward her. Mable was afraid that she might fall and hurriedly went forward to hold her hand. Lemon looked at the boy beside her mother, her large eyes filled with curiosity. “Sweetie, this is your big brother.” Lemon tilted her head. “Bwa...” “Mommy, who is...” Mable smiled and said, “She’s your sister, Leena Muller. Her nickname is Lemon.” Spike looked at the soft little girl, his eyes full of amazement. “Lemon... My sister...”

"You shouldn't be eating too many sour things right now." Navia snorted. "Interesting. Some people seem perfectly fine with sour things." She folded her arms. "Some people eat oranges. Other people drink vinegar straight from the bottle." Leonel suddenly reached out. His thumb brushed lightly across her lower lip as he murmured, "You're mistaken." His gaze darkened slightly. "Compared to jealousy, some people prefer sweeter things." The implication was impossible to miss. Navia's eyes widened immediately. She hadn't expected him to turn the conversation around so effortlessly.

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.

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.

I'd heard her voice echo through his phone. "They're all different flavours. There's lemon, um lime or apple, orange." "Oh," Lena laughed breaking into hysterics. "One box of lemon please." She explained where we'd gone wrong when we got back but to this day she still called them lemon flavoured tampons. I stumbled back into my room armed with Lena's lotions. A waft of steam hit me in the face. Kayla was already in the shower. Naked in my shower. My mate. In my shower. Naked.

Ky and Kael returned with an array of bags, each filled with items that carried even a hint of lemon or ginger, including fresh lemons and ginger roots. The assortment of bags clearly showed that they had made stops at several different stores. Kael crouched beside the bathtub and placed a lemon drop candy between my lips. "Just suck on this for a while," he murmured, "Mom said these worked the best." I couldn't help but chuckle, even through the nausea. "You two went to multiple stores for all this?"

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

“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?”