Norman X Ray Lemon Novels & Stories

Sky was slightly racking his hair with his fingers. “Here, drink this lemonade. You will feel good”. Conrad handed him the glass. Lexi took two sips and it was surely refreshing. They continued their discussion while Moon put both kids in their room and went to make lunch. He had added tomato paste and herbs in the sauce and the open kitchen was filled with the aroma of yummy sauce boiling, but … Lexi stopped midway and ran to the bathroom again. The aroma of the food was turning and tossing his stomach from inside.

Austin commented. “I suggest you both start talking before my brother over here makes you talk,” he said, referring to Justin. “You both are just being paranoid for no reason. Ella meant nothing by her statement, right Ella?” “Oh yes I did Jasmine,” Ella declared ignoring Jasmine’s warning gaze. If Justin was going to be with her, he needed to know what he was going to be dealing with. “The doctors may have declared that she is fine but not completely. Whenever she comes in contact with lemon, it reacts harshly like you all saw. And even though she is given the injection, the reactions doesn’t stop there.”

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

Take out the milk, Norman," I said to him when he was chopping the fruit. "What milk?" He asked me, and I turned to see him, incredulous by his question, but I understood what he meant when I saw that stupid smile on his face and that attempt at seduction. "Norman Cross!" I almost screamed. "Come on, love," he laughed out loud. "Just kidding." "You fool. I won't see milk with the same eyes anymore because of you." "I stopped looking at it that way ever since I tasted you." "You're disgusting!"

he said and gave a nod of affirmation. I groaned and got out of bed. What an annoying specimen? I thought and left to the kitchen. I sliced a lemon into four slices and got two cups. I placed two lemon slices in each cup and put water in them. I slowly sipped on one and handed Min the other cup when he walked in "It helps with detox," I said and continued drinking. He drank the whole thing in one gulp and chewed the lemon. I stared wide eye at him and gulped the rest. "That was gross," I said, rinsed both our cups and went to the bathroom. I took my brush and went in search of the paste. "Min," I called out. He rushed in and gave me a once over. "You arent' hurt?" he asked.

"How could you possibly know all this?" Norman tilted his head, that unsettling smile still playing on his lips. "You think you're the only one with eyes and ears in this city? Please." He pulled a worn leather journal from his jacket, flipped it open. Inside, pages and pages of cramped handwriting. Dates. Locations. Names. "I've found a hobby recently. Journaling. I've been documenting everything related to you. Every time Damon lets his guard down. Every secret meeting, every whispered threat, every crack in the armor."

- I facepalm myself - "my point is you need to throw that nasty ass candy away and get a lemon." Furrowing my brow, I'm trying to figure out what he's even talking about. "A lemon? Is this some weird reference to making lemonade or something stupid like that?" "While that would have been a good one, no. This is about how sniffing a lemon cancels out all the other smells around you and calms the tummy. In fact…" He reaches into his drawer and rummages around for a few seconds. "Ah ha! Here it is. I brought you this."