Cherry Mint Dramione Novels & Stories

Dre takes a sip first, then passes it to Ruth to try. “The chocolate flavour is always overpowering the strawberry,” Dre explains. Ruth sips through the same straw, nodding in approval. “This is my new favourite drink now.” “I knew you’d like it,” Dre tells her. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?” After taking Ruth home, we all return to Dre’s place. Halle and Aunt Raina were downstairs while Dre and I got ready for bed. She stands in front of the mirror, toothbrush in her mouth, foam gathered at the corners of her lips.

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…

It is especially odd that this Kitsuné has a penis maybe that is why they have the hips, ass and chest of a female. I know Kitsuné slow down when overheated, and the club is bound to get hot with all the dancing bodies. We can’t have our DJ slowing down, so I made sure the herbs in their drink are herbs that cool the fox shifters down. It contains cool mint and rose with a special blend of fae herbs and simple syrup with soda water and gin. The Kitsuné sips their drink as I walk back towards the bar, but they dash up to me and say, “thank you so much, it is perfect! It’s sweet, fresh and herbal, just like how you smell.”

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

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.

“And speaking of focus—why don’t we move to what you all came for? It’s time for the tasting. Our exclusive American launch edition!” The ripple of curiosity that went through the crowd was palpable. I gestured toward the tasting bar, where Donna, already prepped and eager, hopped into place. Her small figure was almost comical in the pristine gloves and apron we’d given her, but her grin lit up the entire space. “Tonight, we unveil Harvest Bloom Cinnamon Crunch,” I announced, the name Davina had chosen. “A playful, nostalgic flavor inspired by American mornings—warm cinnamon, sugar, and creamy milk chocolate.”

"Not yet, little mouse. Eat first. Then fuck." She pouted, but then her attention went back to the still full plate of food, ravenous hunger shining in her irises. Holding a glass of ice cold sparkling punch to her mouth, Hycinth took a long sip and pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction. "What's in the drink?" she asked inquisitively. "Cherries, grape juice, triple sec, vodka, ice, ginger ale and fresh cut strawberries." "Hmm...I love it."