Une Limonade Mga Nobela at Kwento

His breath fanned my face, but the door opened before his lips could touch mine. Lucian appeared with a tray of fresh-squeezed lemonade that he had made this morning. “This is my best picture of lemonade yet! You're going to love it,” Lucian said as he set the tray down and poured three glasses of lemonade. The angel was funny. He was more excited than we were to have a sip. He sat back in his seat, holding his glass with both hands as if it was precious and he was afraid to spill it. He slowly sipped it and exhaled a satisfied sigh, smiling while he licked his lips.

Emilia The bartender came back and placed the drink in front of me. A virgin mojito. I didn't even ask what it was—I just took a sip. Cold, crisp, minty, and with just the right amount of lime. Not bad for a drink without a kick. I didn’t say anything to Nora yet. I didn’t even glance her way. I wasn’t ready to dive in right off the bat. No, I was going to enjoy this properly. Calmly.

“The peanut is sufficiently appeased.” He chuckles. It is such a rich, delicious sound. More decadent than the succulent lamb and what I know will be a mouthwatering dessert, later on. A server pours sparkling and still water for us. I accept lime slices in mine. Nick prefers cucumbers. I tell him, “I don’t mind if you have champagne or wine. Doesn’t bother me.”

The limo was clean and luxurious. It had everything a limo was supposed to have: leather seats, a small cabinet that I guessed had drinks, and a table in the center. “Juice?” The man asked, already holding two glasses of orange juice. “Don't worry, there's no alcohol in there.” He added as I hesitated. I nodded and took the glass as I got comfortable. It was just the two of us, well, with the driver. He asked if he should instruct the driver to drive and I nodded.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

"Did you start drinking by yourself? Weren't you worried about me?" "Just because I was worried about you, my heart was pounding. I like to drink or eat something when I'm nervous. After drinking one bottle of lemonade.I found that I was still nervous and also hungry, so I ordered another bottle. It's not that I didn't think of you. I asked for a glass of lemonade for you." "It's for free." "It's different! I have observed that this lemon has just been cut by the waiter and freshly soaked, not the kind that has been soaked again and again. The batch tastes good. One for you, and one for me. It's perfect!”