Asta X Mimosa Novels & Stories

For now, he doesn’t seem to want me dead, but with a dominant male, that could change in an instant. I finally lift the glass to my lips. The burn is immediate and violent,I cough and spit out the rest. How could anyone drink such a vile thing? Alpha Axel bursts into laughter, rocking his chair as he tries to regain control. “Sorry, I should have warned you. This drink can be aggressive for people unaccustomed to it. But your expression made the omission worthwhile.” Once he calms down, he sets his chair firmly on the ground and speaks more seriously:

Luna took another sip, feeling herself become more confident as Sasha and Byeol shared a smile. "If I remembered correctly, Icy Berry Blossom Cocktails are made from forian berries which can wipe away one’s anxiety though the effects are temporary," Sasha muttered over to Byeol as the girls watched Luna down her drink before slamming the empty glass on the table. "Alright, let's party~!" excitedly exclaimed Luna, radiating with energy, grabbing the hands of both her friends. She dragged them out on the dance floor, and the girls let loose. Their bodies danced to hip-hop music that blasted through the speakers.

I walked towards the mini-bar for a drink, and he followed closely behind. "I know Bryce can't handle it alone. Are you really okay with Morris helping him with this?" My jaw tightened. It's uneasy hearing Morris's name. Somehow, this painful, sharp wooden thing stuck inside my chest can't be heal no matter what. I took a sip of water. This is only what I need at the moment. I cannot have a whiskey or a beer because I need to pick Quinn up in an hour for the party. "Xavion Xavier Mondragon. . . That name shines, you know." Hendrix's head lifts, and he is now looking at the bright sky, "How come everything is up to shit again?" He chuckled and looked back at me.

“Good morning.” “Good morning.” He greets me normally, with a small smile. “Are you going to get coffee too?” “Yeah.” I say it, and then I start to remember something. “Wait, don’t you like green tea more than coffee?” “Wow. You remembered.” It surprises me when Xander displays a gleeful expression. He seems really happy at the moment. “Actually, I am going to order their matcha espresso. I saw it on their menu outside.” “They have one?”

Ximena was very angry. "Why is this Teresa so shameless?! If I had known, I would have followed you as an assistant. I really want to slap her!" Not long after, Aunt Mira sent an angry emoticon. Chris: [Withdraw your message. Don't let grandma see it.] System prompt: [Ximena withdrew a message.] After Ximena withdrew all her messages, she went on a private chat with Helma. Ximena: [Hemmy sis, this Teresa is pissing me off!]

He tasted like champagne and victory. My hands roamed his back, gripping hard. He sank down onto me with a groan, tight and hot. The car rocked slow at first, then harder. Windows fogged fast. I thrust up, slapping his ass once, twice. He rode me wild, moaning into my neck. Sweat slicked us again. The chaos of the gala fueled it, every gasp and flash replaying while I fucked him deep.

Finally a table filled with dishes and glasses filled with drinks arrived, Axton and Helena's glasses are at the very top where Rafaela has put the magic mushroom poison that she has specially made for them. Amora returned to the chair where she was sitting because she saw that all the dishes and glasses filled with drinks had arrived, ranging from grilled chicken, soup, fettuccine, and many more. Food was arranged very neatly on the table, including glasses of wine and Axton and Helena's glasses already contained the deadly poison.

“Go home with him.” “It’s not smart to mix business with pleasure⁠—” “It’s not smart to let that man walk away. That’s what’s not smart.” Axel got the drinks and then returned, putting down two old-fashioneds. “No vodka and cranberry?” I asked. “No cosmo?”

Williamson trailed off again. “You were like fuck it, I’m calling in,” Matt finished for him. “Yes,” he admitted. “The girls fixed this orange pineapple type drink called a mimosa. It had champagne in it, too. It was good. We fed each other sausage, bacon, and pancakes. Syrup . . . mysteriously got all over us, so all three of us jumped in the shower again,” Williamson said and leaned his head back. Matt didn’t know what to say. No wonder Williamson called in.

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.