Cherry Mint Dramione Novels & Stories

Chayton has informed me that the proper way to use it was to crush it and squeeze out the water. But there was no time to crush. I took a ropey vine and plucked three flowers, sticking them all in my mouth and chewing quickly. "Open his mouth." Roman ordered and it was done. " How many minutes left? " Doctor Mooney checked his watch. "Barely two." The coral flower tasted like mint and something I could not describe. Once I felt I had enough juice, I leaned over Cain and spit the water into his mouth. His mouth was closed immediately after and his head raised so he could swallow. Then we waited, just as Sydney told me that his time had run out. I sent prayers to the Moon Goddess hoping I made

Maria's thoughts briefly wandered to Gabriella's delicate situation, she wondered how she was feeling. She pulled out the ingredients for the drink—fresh mint, lemon, honey, and a splash of chamomile tea. She washed the mint leaves while the water boiled softly in the background. When the water was ready she poured the hot water over the chamomile and mint, then she added honey and a squeeze of lemon, stirring the mixture gently. With the drink ready, she poured it into a delicate glass cup and placed the glass cup on a tray. Taking the tray, Maria left the kitchen, her steps deliberate and calm. She knocked softly on Enzo's door, her face composed into a gentle, supportive smile as she wait

Her breath hitched at his palm on her thighs and her pussy dripped her wetness dropping on her pant. He stared at her, his eyes blinking gently making her inner flutter. Dante shut her lips with a gentle glare then before taking his gaze back to the road. The gentle pulse of her skin against his palm informed him of how needy she was already. He hit the wheel hard and in soon time they were already at the mall. “What type of flavor do you need? “Mint chocolate cream, and cookies cream.” “Do you want the shawarma with a hot dog? I already know you don't like much mayonnaise.”

Dominic said as she left the tasting room. Samaire went to the kitchen and looked in the pantry. The other day, she saw there a gift box of four flavored syrups. She grabbed it and went back to Dominic who was beginning to feel restless. She tore open the packaging, then placed each bottle on the counter next to Dominic. “French vanilla, mint chocolate, hazelnut, and raspberry. Which one do you want to try first?” she asked while he got up from the couch and got near the counter.

Adley turned her chair towards me and explained, “The drinks are named after different gemstones. Be careful snatching anything out of the air. It’s easy to slip something in someone’s drink when it’s just floating past you.” I stored her bit of advice in my memory and stared down at the lavender colored drink that sat in front of me a few seconds later. The rim of the square glass was covered in purple sugar, and the liquid inside swirled like a lava lamp. Adley grabbed the straw in my glass and stirred it, mixing the purple syrup with the clear, bubbly liquid. I brought the glass to my lips, and thoughts of the Game Master began to cross my mind. Taking a large gulp, I shoved those thought

Dante, on the other hand, looked one second away from flipping the entire desk. “Get. Out. Of. That. Chair,” he snapped, Alpha aura flaring so hard the papers on the desk rustled. I yawned. Then my eyes landed on the small crystal bowl sitting neatly on the corner of the desk. Cherries. Perfect, glossy, and deep red. I reached out slowly and deliberately, picked one up between my fingers and popped it into my mouth, biting down with a soft crunch. Juice dripped down my finger. “Damn,” I said thoughtfully, licking it off. “That’s good. Tell the servants to bring more. These are acceptable.”

Says another, the redhead is grinning from ear to ear at this point and looks to the last one, who looks a little bashful, “What other flavours do you have?” The woman rattles off a list of various fruits and other syrups that most bars in big cities might not even have, “And I think we might have a little taste of the old country, hang on.” She has finished with the pints, and moved to stroll up and down the bar, looking at the optics and other bottles on the shelves. Finding what she wants, she brings it back to her group. “I found the dragon fruit syrup, so that’s an option if you want.” The unsure dwarf starts nodding aggressively.

“I’m going to 3rd Harcourt Street.” “Great. We aren’t very far from there. Mint? It will take your mind off whatever is bothering you.” She handed me a few, and I took them without thinking and popped one into my mouth. The fresh feeling filled my mouth, and I smiled. It was a different taste from the champagne and cherry…

Cayden asks again as he looks at the table, getting a shrug from Ramona. “The tea… Apparently, it stinks.” Cayden takes a whiff of the spilt liquid on the table, distorting his face. “I don’t get it. Don’t you like mint?” “Aren’t dogs supposed to have the best noses?” Hendrick mocks as he practically materialises himself in front of Cayden. “She made a tea out of Artemisia Absinthium, that’s wormwood, rue, salvia and liquorice root.” Cayden crosses his arms, shrugging. “That’s a strange mix. But what? Did she want to give her a tummy ache?”

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.