Norman X Ray Lemon Novels & Stories

“It’ll only be for a bit.” “Okay,” Dalton said after much hesitation. “It’s on the table in our room. It’s my leisure laptop, so it doesn’t have a password.” I nodded my head. “Thanks,” I said and quickly went to our room. I opened the laptop and logged into my email account. Not a lot of people kneew my account, so I only had one new message, and it was from Norman. His first message didn’t contain any text, just two attached photos. I opened the photos then gasped in shock at what I saw.

Sebastian couldn't help laughing and said, "That's because the demon maggots are gone. It's normal for such a huge wound to bleed. It'll get better after a few days." Sebastian handed a bottle of medicine to the nurse who was staunching the wound for Norman. The bottle contained the Gold Remedy, which Sebastian was supplying to the military. After dressing the wound for Norman, Sebastian said, "Mr. Nichols Senior, let's go and see Mr. Croydon together." Norman looked shaken as he said, "Mr. Ballard, are you sure he won't bite again?" When Sebastian nodded firmly, Norman felt reassured and led him back to the villa next door.

I had developed a sudden, desperate obsession with sweets. "I saw your post about the lemon-curd tart," he said, pulling out a chair for me. Cameron looked like he wanted to crush the glass in his hand. The 'actor' again. Lexi let out a high-pitched, fake laugh. "Oh, I quite envy your... friendship, Ms. Vaughn." I didn't even look at her. "I have plenty of affection to go around." After all, I had five other brothers just like him. Ryder sat beside me and immediately began peeling an orange. "You need the vitamins, Sierra. Your skin looks a bit pale today."

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.

Was that why we could communicate through thoughts in that battle? Alexander, oblivious to the thoughts fighting for dominance in my head, pulled up a leatherskin water bottle from the side of the saddle. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, then poured the water down his throat. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same, gulping from it. He appeared fidgety and nervous, and I knew the brief whatever-it-was between the both of us had affected him the same way it had affected me. Maybe I was better at hiding it than he was. Or maybe he had more to hide than I did.

Norman has a frown on his face as he unhooks her bra, the last fabric on her body. Lisa flinched, covering her chest immediately, but Norman grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Giving him access to see her full pumped-up cleavage. “Norman, you’ll regret this tomorrow. This is a setup!” Lisa cried in embarrassment, she didn't know she would be naked under his gaze soon. But he didn’t stop. He placed his wet lips on one of her cleavages, licking, sucking and squeezing. He is very skilled at handling, making her wonder how many ladies he has slept with.

"Or all the times you promised to help me get back at her?" "Simple. I was foolish, Xena. I was blind—under your stupid spell," Norman's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "But guess what... I'm free from your evil clutches now." "Have some shame, Norman! How can you say you love a stupid Ome—" Before Xena could finish her words, Norman's hand landed firmly on her cheek. "She's a hundred times the Luna you would ever be. To think I watched you slap her the first time," he paused as Xena still held onto her star-struck face, "Thank goodness I was there to stop you the second time."

“You're right, the smell is horrible.” Norma ignored the comment and continued to watch everything. The space was small but enough to accommodate a few pieces of furniture and a cupboard. The only light that illuminated it came from a rechargeable led lamp located on one of the walls. Norma could guess that the vampire who let them go and who came to "visit" the others would recharge it elsewhere and then take it there.

Norman screamed from right behind my shoulder, making me jump. Have I seen them before? In fact I barely reached this place yet a normal college student’s fridge was supposed to have leftover pizza, juice, water, and maybe some fruit. But this fridge looked like the back room of a nightclub—stocked with expensive wines and top-shelf whiskey, as if I were living with a professional bartender. Norman stretched his hand inside, gripping a bottle of expensive white wine. “Hey, you shouldn’t be doing that,” Tina warned softly. “Why? Can’t we at least have a good time together? Don’t you agree, Jace?” Norman turned to me, pleading with his eyes.

Lexi said. “I do?” “Yeah you do. You remind me of spring time.” Norm said happily. “Thank you. I think.” I watched as Lexi looked at the pictures I had on my wall then moved to look at the three on my nightstand. Norm started checking out my pictures at the same time. “Oh. Who is this slice of sexy?” Norm asked, holding out the photo of Rowen, and me dancing. “That’s Rowen.” I answered, smiling at the picture.