Une Limonade Novels & Stories

“I know you prefer gin and tonics over champagne.” My eyes widened slightly. Drake winked at me subtly, turning his head so that only I could see. Frowning, I glanced down at the bubbling glass—and it was then that I realized he had given me a non-alcoholic alternative. Upon taking a sip, I discovered that it was just Sprite with a slice of lime in it.

Millie practically screamed, euphoric “And more Timu!” “The tarts are bocconottis, piccola.” Massimo laughed “And we can certainly get you more Tiramisu on the way. I also want you to try Limoncello Soda. It was my favorite drink when I was a young boy. It’s like lemonade, but with fizz and a lot more lemon…”

“It’s a mix of vodka, elderflower liqueur, fresh lemon juice, and a splash of soda. I call it the ‘Russian Spring.’” I can’t help but smile at the creativity. “Well, in that case, I’ll give it a try.” She beams. “Enjoy!” I do. I take a cautious sip, letting the flavors dance on my tongue. It’s surprisingly refreshing, with a subtle sweetness from the elderflower and a tangy kick from the lemon juice. “Not bad.” She grins, clearly pleased. “Glad you like it, ma’am. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

Edeline He snapped back to the present, looking at me with a soft chuckle. "Oh, that’s a mix of Jägermeister, coconut rum, and pineapple juice. Not a lot of bartenders know it, but it’s good—better than it sounds, I promise. You can have it as a shot or a drink. It might sound weird, but trust me, it’s surprisingly tasty. Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine," he assured me with a nod, his tone more playful now.

Cecilia let out a heavy sigh after she drank a glass of cold calamansi juice. It's look as same as the orange juice. It tasted like combination of lemonade-limeade hybrid, but more tropical and aromatic. A perfect refreshment in hot weather or for wrath of man. "Are you okay, Miss Lancia?" The Holy Priest smiling gently. He is the one who didn't drink it. "You shouldn't direct your anger to things around you." "Yes, I understand." She nodded and keep her head as low as she can. "Please do forgive my rudeness."

She swirling her hair around her finger as she smacked her gum as she awaited my answer. “Oh, that’s actually our specialty drink and it’s really good. We fresh squeeze oranges, add a couple pumps of sweetened condensed milk, mix that up and add carbonation to it. It’s like an Orange Creamsicle popsicle in soda form.” “Ugh, milk and orange juice together! That sounds disgusting,” she replied as she pretended to gag. “I’ll just have a vanilla milkshake. Surely you people wont' screw that up.” “I’ll have the same.” The girl next to her quickly spoke up, giving me a half smile and trying to diffuse the tension of that last snide remark. At least she seemed somewhat friendly and totally out of p

"Ugh. I don't like the aroma. I think it will have a bitter taste?" "Ginger, turmeric, lemon, and honey. This will keep you fresh and warm. Just drink it, Liam!" Audrey said impatiently. "You shouldn't stay up late like that. It's not good for your health." Liam smiled faintly at Audrey's scolding and his heart felt warm. Nobody dared to scold him like Audrey did. He took the gla*s and with great courage he took a sip of the unattractive colored drink. Liam slurped his first sip and raised an eyebrow. Apart from the spicy taste of ginger and the bitter smell of turmeric, the drink turns out to be delicious and refreshing.

It seemed like this entire section had been reserved. How strange. I stopped prying and pulled my gaze back to the frantic crowd. Why did they keep dancing without getting tired? Was it really that fun? While I was lost in thought, the bartender brought out two drinks. Benjamin handed me a clear glass with a few lime slices in it. It looked just like lemonade. "Mojito cocktail. It’s very light. It won't get you drunk." Then he picked up a glass of shimmering amber liquid and took a sip.

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

Maybe it was too simple, too sentimental. Just as she was about to reach for it, the server arrived, setting down a tray of drinks—four small glasses filled with a clear golden liquid and a matching bottle beside them. “Oh, this looks dangerous,” Leila said, eyes lighting up. “It is,” Dimitry muttered. “Local stuff. They called it 'fire on the tongue' or something like that.” Leila was already lifting her glass. “Perfect. We’ll take four.” Vera hesitated. “I’m not really—”