mike‘s strawberry lemonade

“Why are you angry?” I asked him.  “It's not like we're a couple." He stopped, and stared at me, boring my eyes with his emerald eyes. “If we are…” He paused, clenching his jaw, “then am I allowed to be angry?” I looked at him like he was insane. “Then we’ll take it to that level.” He continued.  “Im serious. I want you. Leizel Snow Garcia Waterstrings is not just fierce. She's more than that. Ending up as an ice cream worker in a local ice cream shop, it was her one step of becoming a strong and independent woman. And that's when a cold-hearted stranger came in view. Eion Aurelio Hudson. Out of seven billion people in the world, the two hard-headed people crossed paths, making her "strong and independent woman" facade slowly fall apart. With all the dramas, free food, forgotten birthdays, Robot handling, idiots around, and emotional crisis, will she be able to melt his winter heart with her blazing fire or will this fire be put away instantly? One Blazing Head. One Winter Heart. Two Hard-headed people. A huge disaster.

A "Breaking Into Your Heart" Story. Since she's been a little girl, she has known the true nature of men: cunning, shameless, and selfish. The not so trustworthy opposite sex has left a deep mark withing her, something she has been fighting with as boys started to become more and more appealing to her eyes. Cassidy loves her best friend, the reason she's been freaking out lately, as Isabelle has just hooked up with the hottest guy in school. It is all fine now, her best friend was happy, and she was starting to relax about her new brother-in-law seemed like a good person. That, until his hot best friend showed in scene. It was unexpected, like those electric shocks you get when you touch someone out of the blue. They scare the shit out of you, but when you pay close attention, it was only to find that electric balance withing yourself. Will this clash between opposites actually work out?

Between love and duty, which is one a person should choose when it comes to marriage? But in my story, it's a little bit of both when I enter this new phase of life. What is the result? AWKWARD. Yup. Even the big capital letters can't sum up my feelings. Because it mixes with guilt, making me feel wrong, tense and a little bit giddy when facing my borrowed new handsome husband. And why is that? It because the groom ended up marrying the bridesmaid when my big sister, the bride, went missing on the day of the wedding ceremony! # This current cover books do not belong to me. Found it on internet. It just a temporary cover until I draw a new ones.

A foreign college student studies in Seoul, South Korea. Who expected her to meet a famous South Korean rapper? The issue is not the meeting itself, but the violent encounters, fatal shootings, and surprise attacks. What do you think? Does this sound like the life you'd want to have every single day? You see, you have the option, but does she? Accompany this interesting young woman in her fight to survival, and watch as she learns from mistakes that may end up in her losing those close to her.

Imagine life as a glass of lemonade—sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. I’m Raya, a 25-year-old small-town girl who’s been sipping on the sour side for a while now. The sweetness I’ve always imagined seems just beyond reach, like it's two steps ahead of me, no matter how fast I chase it. I watch others enjoying their perfect blend, while I’m left wondering why my glass tastes different. But even as the tartness lingers, I still hold on to the hope that one day, life might serve me the sweetness I’ve been waiting for or will it not

Bloody Phoenix had been a legend for long. There were some who worshipped while some left it as a legend. Now here comes the four college student in tire search for things that were out of their control. How would things go now from here?

I was the rejected Luna, dumped at the altar, pregnant and alone. One drunken night with a masked stranger changed everything. Three years later, I returned with four silver-haired, golden-eyed toddlers who can crush mountains, rewind time, breathe hellfire, and freeze oceans. The masked stranger? Turns out he’s Regulus — the ruthless Lycan King who rejected me. Now the entire empire watches on global live stream as my four chaotic babies turn the most terrifying king in history into their personal jungle gym, milk bottle, and swing. He faints from triplets announcements, gets hung by ancient trees, and cries harder than the kids. And I’m pregnant again. This time with triplets. Welcome to the royal family — where the real alphas are three years old, and the king is just their favorite toy.

The sun dipped below the emerald canopy of Eryndor's endless forests, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers over the ground. In the small village of Verdant Hollow, nestled at the edge of the towering Whispering Abyss, a young boy sat cross-legged beside a Mana Spring. The spring bubbled gently, its waters glowing faintly in the fading light. Yǒnghéng stared at the reflection of his own face, distorted by the rippling surface. His hands trembled as he held the talisman—a simple yet intricate carving of an ancient beast. It had belonged to his grandfather, a revered beast tamer who had commanded the respect of the entire Verdant Concord. Yǒnghéng's grandfather had said the talisman would guide him to his awakening. But years had passed, and it had guided him to nothing but frustration. The faint hum of life in the forest seemed to mock him. A bird's song, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the rhythmic croak of frogs—they all belonged here. But he, the boy with no Soul Construct, did not. "You're wasting your time, Yǒnghéng." The voice came from behind him, sharp and dismissive. Yǒnghéng didn't need to turn to know it was his elder brother, Yǔzhi. Yǔzhi stepped into view, his tall frame casting a shadow over Yǒnghéng. Beside him walked his Soul Construct—a massive, spectral wolf with glowing green eyes and a mane of ethereal light. The wolf padded silently, its presence exuding both grace and power. Yǒnghéng glanced at it briefly, then returned his gaze to the spring. "I'll awaken. I just need more time." Yǔzhi crossed his arms, his expression a mixture of pity and impatience. "You're fifteen. By now, even the weakest in the village have awakened something. You're clinging to a false hope." The words struck like a blow, but Yǒnghéng didn't flinch. "The forest hasn't rejected me yet." "Maybe it should." Yǔzhi sighed. "The Concord only values strength. If you can't awaken, you'll bring shame to our family. You should think about leaving." Yǒnghéng clenched his fists. "I won't give up." Yǔzhi's wolf growled softly, but Yǔzhi raised a hand to silence it. He stared at his younger brother for a long moment before shaking his head. "Suit yourself. Just don't expect anyone to wait for you." With that, he turned and walked away, the spectral wolf fading into motes of green light as it returned to his soul. Long after the village lights had dimmed, Yǒnghéng stood at the edge of the Whispering Abyss. A chill wind swept up from the chasm, carrying faint, haunting echoes. The Abyss was a place of legend and fear, where countless adventurers had entered but few had returned. Yǒnghéng tightened his grip on the talisman. If the forest wouldn't help him, perhaps the Abyss would. Taking a deep breath, he descended into the darkness. The air grew colder as Yǒnghéng climbed down jagged stone steps carved into the chasm wall. The faint light of the surface faded, replaced by the luminous glow of fungi clinging to the rocks. Shadows danced on the uneven walls, and every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of his footsteps, the drip of water, the distant growl of unseen creatures. Hours passed as he ventured deeper. The talisman in his hand grew warm, a sign that he was nearing something. He pressed on, ignoring the fatigue in his legs and the growing sense of unease. Suddenly, the narrow path opened into a vast cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites loomed like jagged teeth, and at the center of the chamber stood a crystalline formation that pulsed with an eerie light. Embedded within it was a shard of brilliant energy—a relic unlike anything Yǒnghéng had ever seen. The talisman in his hand glowed in response, vibrating faintly. As Yǒnghéng approached the relic, the air grew heavy with mana. His heart raced, but he couldn't stop now. He reached out, his fingers brushing the shard. Pain. A searing agony shot through his body, as if his very soul were being torn apart. Yǒnghéng fell to his knees, clutching his chest

This slice-of-life romance is about a girl named Yui Himitsu who tends to find people at their most vulnerable and notices the small details in life, along with a boy named Amari Isao who isn't all that great with people, making him lose interest in those around him. His unchanging facial expressions and tall stature deter others, which doesn't help his case much.  After a chance encounter involving a Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda, the two find themselves always somehow near each other. The only problem is that Amari Isao doesn't know who left him that drink, so he doesn't recognize Yui Himitsu when they cross paths.  Will Isao figure it out? And when he does, what will come of their relationship? *This story is available on Booksie, RoyalRoad, along with WebNovel under the my Username/Pen name DenverSammy* ***Note: The story is based in Japan during modern times. Many details are influenced by Japanese holidays and the academic calendar. Smaller details are more Western, with a mixture of American and Japanese common sense. This involves names, Surname first and Given name second. For further information I advise Google.*** This is a fictional story.

Strawberries used to taste like innocence- sun-warmed, soft, and impossibly sweet. Now, they carry a bitterness he can't swallow, a memory wrapped in red. Some things stay long after they're gone. A laugh echoing in the wrong silence. A glance that meant too much. A goodbye that was never spoken, only felt. He tells himself it's hatred. That it's better this way- easier to be angry than to ache. But in quiet moments, the truth creeps in like dusk. It wasn't just love. It was almost love. And sometimes, that hurts more. Because no matter how much time passes, he still tastes the past- in the shape of a strawberry, sweet on the tongue, and cruel in the aftertaste.