Norman X Ray Lemon Novels & Stories

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.

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.”

Lexi's pov Nolan intercepted me and handed me a glass. “Drink this,” he offered. Furrowing my brow at him I tipped the glass and swallowed the contents then hissed from the burn. “What was that,” I sputtered as he laughed. “A hundred and twenty proof Moonshine,” he chuckled and I sneered. “I don't want to get wasted!” Still grinning at me he took the empty glass from my hand and placed it on a tray of a passing waiter.

“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.

LEMON LEMON was an overlay network that managed the entry and exit node of the user such that it bypassed the known INTERNET satellite. Heavily funded by his own organization, LEMON or Local Encrypted Machine Overlay Network was used as a gateway to the underworld of anonymity. Six years ago, in an effort to fight against corruption, the earthlings led congress charged the best scientists of Annicet land to write a super algorithm. The plan was simple. The six database servers of criminal records, social media accounts and the heritage records were to be tallied with the caste-counter to generate a prediction. A probability of a person being corrupt. And that person became a marked man. Ever

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.

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.