Rick X Morty Lemon Novels & Stories

“Happy New Year, President Xyla,” Georgie Clementine said. “Happy New Year, Georgie,” Xyla Quest replied. “Apart from wishing you a Happy New Year, I also have good news for you. Do you remember Morty Wayne, the mixed-blood youth we spotted playing piano at the restaurant the other day?” Georgie asked. “Yeah, I remember him. Have you signed him on?” Xyla asked with a smile. “Yeah, I went to his house early this morning to get him signed,” Georgie said.

"No, but sometimes it bites, which I think is worse. I mean it doesn't have vocal cords." "Silly me, of course it doesn't." Jinx tried to shake off what he imagined to be a very dumbfounded look. Because he was dumbfounded. Not at Lexi's ugliness, but that no one had wanted to climb what was looking like a living breathing sexy thrill ride before. "So what's this big secret that makes me not want you? I'm still waiting." "I HAVE A MOUTH ON MY DICK! And it bites!" Lexi exclaimed with such distress Jinx felt bad about how much it made him want to burst out laughing.

With both hands busy, Grimm’s knee still bops and bumps while he clacks away on the laptop with more than a few other gadgets tacked on to the device. Puppy’s mouth must be attached to the same motor as his leg as he talks us through all the tech crap he’s doing. “Fuck me kid...” I know Rourke’s about to demand the same thing I am ‘English’. Daddy barely gets out the correction he can’t bite down before Grimm lands a comeback with a wit as fast as the rest of his hyperactive parts. “Forgot my lube, and you’re missing a few zeros on my check before I deep throat a King Kong cock,” my coffee flies out of my nose as much as my mouth.

“YOU LOOK LIKE a colt who is about to hit puberty, Diana lass. Or should I say, Luna Diana?” The deadpan voice of Rakiz Lemoir made Diana roll her eyes. Their footsteps were followed by the splashing of the ankle-deep stream they were trudging on. Aside from their trailing sound of footsteps, Rakiz Lemoir’s high-pitched voice came second. No amount of cricket or a lark’s sound could stop his pesky mouth from criticizing her. And he was doing it for hours already ever since they stepped out from the borders of the Crescent Pack.

Royce said after he gave the fishes to Dwight. They chuckled, but Mitch's expression turned grim. Royce went back to where Leon was. "Why does he have to say that? What the hell is his problem? He keeps on bugging me like a stupid insect." Mitch rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. Bugging and insects sound like a pun. "If I don't have Lexi, I might have punched that guy for a while now." He added as he clung to my arm. Though he's taller than me, he's been clinging to my arm like a child.

Dima spat into his palm, wrapped those huge fingers around him, and started a slow, torturous stroke. Riley bit his lip so hard it went white. Eyes squeezed shut. Trying so fucking hard to be good. Jaxon pulled off Marek with a wet gasp, looking over his shoulder at the rookie. “Eyes open, kid. Watch what good boys get.” Riley obeyed. Wide blue eyes locked on Jaxon’s swollen lips, on Marek’s glistening cock, on the way Dima’s fist moved. Marek’s voice cut through the quiet engine hum.

He stood up, voice all stuffy, "Now, class, when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's a-morph!" We died, Jaxon spitting his drink, "Is this actually the Ryker we know trying to be funny? What does that even mean? Spot on you dick!" but then Ryker spun to me, eyes narrowing, "Truth or dare, Lange?" "Truth," I said, and he hit hard, "You ever felt a mate pull, like for real, not textbook shit?"

“I smile, asshole.” “I can hold my breath for like two minutes,” he countered, and Aspen laughed the loudest. “I already feed you, be grateful you get that much,” she said, with a spark in her eyes. “If you get us cut off from dinner, I’ll hurt you,” Leon said, and pointed his fork at Jack. “When Axl said he had a woman that goes where he goes, I really thought we were heading into drama queen valley,” Rihon said, with a smirk. “But you’ve surprised us all. You’re funnier than Axl, and nicer to look at.”

Rachel and I needed to talk about this close friendship with a stranger and put some brakes on it as well. Watching my mate's tear-streaked face, Rex started talking like I killed Wyatt and he played no part in it. I wish there was a switch to just turn him off when I didn't need him. 'You broke her by killing her true mate. At least stop being the reason for more tears. You surely don't deserve her.' I didn't know what Rachel was talking about "...so it's okay. We can go when you feel completely better." Ah, yes! A muscle car for this little hamster.

“Let me handle this boy.” “Leave it to me,” Rhea said. “I know Mork very well. We have been friends for a long time.” “I’ve worked with you, Rhea Damon,” Mork corrected her. “We were never friends. Don’t mistake it.” Rhea shook her head bitterly. “I’ll make you pay for everything, Mork. You’ll die screaming, slowly. You’ll die a painful death.” Mork’s claws turned sharp immediately. “We’ll see who dies at the ending of the day.”