Rainbow Lemon Novels & Stories

“Complicated. Conflicted. Probably something like lemon meringue, but with a twist. Maybe jalapeño.” “What?” Jesse made a face. “That’s not a twist, that’s a crime.” “Art is pain,” Rain said solemnly. I grinned. “What about me?” Rain tilted his head at me, his expression softening. “You’d be… peach and lavender. Sweet, but stronger than it looks. Like summer after a storm.” There was a pause. “Okay,” Jesse muttered, looking away. “That one was actually kind of nice.” “Ugh, don’t encourage him,” Colby groaned.

"Wow. How old are you?" "I'm eighteen." I replied. "I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him. "What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked. He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.

The pie-shaped sections of her umbrella alternated pink, purple and gray. “Nice day, huh?” she said, smiling. She looked up at the rain bouncing off and sluicing over the edges of the invisible barrier above Leesa and Rave’s heads. “That’s pretty cool, Leesa. If you can figure out a way to add some bright colors to that thing, you might have a winner.”