Blessed Be Tea And Apothecary Novels & Stories

A scent clearly more floral with a touch of apple that had Alexander’s brow lift. “You’re making another brew?” he asked, looking from Parsul’s own set that looked to have plenty left for him to take instead of the added task. But the maid nodded. Her severe bun shifted just slightly in the gesture before she rose to her full and perfect stature. “Yes, Your Majesty,” the maid answered dutifully, eyes lowered. “My Lady Belinda sent it over with explicit instructions. Her Majesty Parsul is to drink the tea—and only her. It is medicinal. Expensive.”

“I haven’t had a full night of sleep in a week.” “Then I brought you just the one thing that will help with that.” He went to his bag on the floor and pulled out a cloth pouch. “Medicinal tea. Got it from a trader in the North. Helps you sleep like the dead.” I sat up. “You brought me drugs?” He laughed. “Herbs. Not poison. Relax.” He prepared the tea in silence, moving with such ease, it almost lulled me. He handed me the mug, and I sipped without hesitation. Chamomile, lavender. . . and something I didn’t recognize.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

Grandma Rosie came bustling in moments later with an overflowing tray. It was stacked high with biscuits and mugs, and there was a huge patterned teapot in its centre. She wobbled beneath its weight, and Skye leapt up to steady her. “Thank you, dear,” she muttered, patting his arm as he took it from her. “It’s a herbal blend, of course – basil, black pepper, rosemary, dill – oh! And some salt, and a squirt of lime juice, too. All of which are potent protectors against dark forces, forces of evil.”

Emma's PoV "We need to talk!" I spat while catching my breath. Aliza's eyes immediately brighten and I see her fangs coming out as she sees my body. All the red liquid on that, it's blessed water. "What is this?" She speaks while coming to my direction and her gaze is all over my body. "This is blessed water." "Blessed water?" She says while coming towards me. "No, no don't touch it-" But before I could warn her, she did what I was telling her not to. I hear her scream the other second and she falls across the room.

Eden began writing a lengthy list of medicinal ingredients, then handed it back to Caelus. Perusing the list, Caelus noted they were all medicinal materials, some of which he didn't recognize. "Buy all of these from Elysian Apothecary," Eden said abruptly, downing her beer in one go, her frown deepening. The beer tasted unusually bland today. Caelus was taken aback. "All of them? Does Elysian Apothecary even have these?" He knew Elysian Apothecary was reputable in Estburg, specializing in medicinal herbs, but it was relatively small. Could they possibly carry such a variety, including rare items?

I wonder where is that Death Wish medicine they were talking about or are they all out because of that thief? "Please have some tea." I smiled when I saw Eve offer us tea, she put it above the wooden table where we are right now. "Thanks." I said. She nodded her head and smiled in response. "That tea is made of exclusive plants that are just blooming once a year, it can cure your anxiety and worries. It's good for the heart and fights many diseases." I took a sip of this tea and it really tasted so good, far from the tea outside. "It's refreshing." I told the old lady.

When they discovered that the Apothecary Restoration Pill was made up of purely natural plant ingredients, it gave them a feeling that it seemed like someone had used a pile of flowers and plants to make an atomic bomb of TNT equivalent that weighed two hundred thousand tons. If they had not seen it for themselves, everything would have sounded like a fantasy story.

My husband's bastard son had somehow wormed his way back into Chicago, seduced Arthur's little plaything, gotten her pregnant, and now that little fool thought she could trap my son with the consequences. I picked up my phone and dialed. Morris answered on the first ring. "Mrs. Klein." "I need you to acquire something for me," I said. "Discreetly." "What kind of something?" "Herbal. There's a shop on State Street—Ming's Apothecary. They import specialty teas from China. I need you to request their strongest blend for women's health. Specifically for..." I paused, choosing my words carefully even on a secure line, "...regulating cycles. The kind that comes with warnings about pregnancy."

“What’s Bitch Tea?” Carl cleared his throat. “It’s, uh, just the name they give for this particular combination of herbs. It was given to me as a gag gift last Christmas.” Mandy turned over the can to read the information on the back. She smirked. “It helps mood swings during PMS?”