Une Limonade Novels & Stories

“Did you drink?” She smiled widely and then nodded her head, “Just a little. It was not very strong though. I am just a little bit tipsy. I think the name is… uhm… it tasted sour and like there was lime in it. It was… Mor… mag?” She tilted her head, trying to remember the name of the drink. “Margarita?” “Yes! Margarita!” She clasped her hands and he chuckled gently. “You seem very happy. Are you good?”

The mixture of lemons and oranges invigorated me. "That seems like a nice tropical drink," I remarked. “Citrus-y.” He chuckled. "It is. My parents have a house overseas and we always get this drink. Reminds me of sunny beaches and warm breezes." "Do you miss that place?" I asked but I wasn't able to get an answer before Ada wrapped her arm around both of our waists. I turned to her. "You two are great actors," she remarked, then tittered, holding her hand over her mouth.

The man beside her then gave the waiter a generous tip to make him promptly go away. “Here, try this. The taste, they taste much better than the drink you got there”, he said persuasively. “This is a Mojito, a cosmopolitan, an apple matini and a Long Island iced tea”. He first pointed to the drink that has lime and mint, then to the pinky red one, then the green one and the one that looks like it name, the tea.

"Funny that a man of your standing would want to see me in a hurry," Maddox objected, walking across the room to the bar to pour two shots of an alcoholic beverage that had more value than any other in the entire casino and was a significant vibrant yellow color; D'Amalfi Limoncello Supreme. He in a glass tumbler poured him just enough to taste the delight and richness in one gulp.

she asks us. Ashlyn glances at me. "Do you trust me?" When I nod, she tells the waitress, "We'll do a couple of pomegranate lemonades, please." "That sounds good," I say as the waitress walks away. And exotic. You'd never find something like that back home. "You can also get it with vodka, if you're feeling adventurous," Ashlyn says with a wink. "When you're not pregnant, of course." She leans toward me. "How are you doing? Still dealing with nausea?"

he continued, “this is all just too much for me.” A heaviness sat in my chest, making my breath drag before it reached my lungs. “I think that’s better,” I said. On the balcony, I sat on the Cain chair, staring at the quiet street below. Liam came with a bottle of Rum, juice, Ice cubes, and two glasses The ice clinked as he handed the glass of drink to me. “I mixed it with a lot of juice for you.” “Thank you.” I took the drink and sipped from it. The orange juice hit more, almost like there’s no alcohol in it.

Just Christopher. The stewardess smiles. “Just about anything you can want. Mr. Lewis has us keep everything fully stocked.” I consider having something alcoholic, but this is supposed to be a work trip. “Lemonade?” I ask. “Fizzy or flat?” “There's fizzy lemonade?” I didn't know such a thing existed, but it sounds wonderful. “I'll take that.” She smiles and looks to Christopher. “I'm good,” he tells her. She nods and hurries to the back to get me my drink.

Alexander laughed happily and turned to kiss her back in return, “Come sit down and have some breakfast.” Plenty of food was on the table, including oatmeal, crackers, omelet, sausage, and cut fruits. It looked very appetizing. She thought this was all, but he unexpectedly served her a glass of honey lemonade, “I checked online, and this seems to help with hangovers too. Drink it.” “I feel wonderful. I’m sober now!” “No, you must drink it. You can treat it as a drink to help digestion.” Alexander insisted. Lily obediently drank the lemonade as she could not refuse. Fortunately, it tasted excellent.

I'm more of a red wine, champagne, vodka, and soda girl". "Then you will love this one. Just imagine the bast cranberry, mixed with vodka and orange with a few other things. The feeling is amazing. I just have a thing for Apple Martinis". After two 'sex on the beach, one 'pina colada' and one 'side car', now holding a mint tulip in her hand, Loretta feels amazing, like she's having fun. She's loosened up now and doesn't feel so dizzy like before. The magic of cocktail. Although she might have alcohol in her system, she's still been keeping an eye on Lauren.

He drew the glass close to me, accepted his offer and took a sip of it. “How does it feel? Taste good right?” “Yeah, it feels amazing and refreshing.” I responded. “This isn’t tequila right?” I asked with all curiosity. “It is, but with a little drops of grenadine mixed with orange juice.” “Its refreshing.” I spoke out with the glass held up high. “We had it prepared for you. It’s all yours to take.” “What do you mean?”