Cherry Mint Dramione Novels & Stories

I am together with the rest of the staff, giving them cold drinks as an entrée offer once you step on the Island. "Oh, it's refreshing. What sort of drink is this?" Mrs. Wishart smiled widely at me. I studied their names and looks last night. "This is an Island drink called Pine Amore. A pineapple juice, blended in young coconut milk and fizzy orange." "Wow, sounds simple, yet very refreshing and addicting. I would love to have another of this again later with alcohol. Cheers!" Mrs Wishart lifted her glass and gestured to the other mothers, eliciting laughter.

“You won’t understand even if I explain it.” Marcel just nodded and immediately drank what Venya gave him. “How is it?” “Wait a minute, it’s like the taste of ... mineral water mixed with mint—what is this?” “You’re right, I used mint to refresh the body! But there are still some other ingredients that I processed myself to restore stamina in a relatively quick time and feel the effects, right?” “Yes ... I’m not familiar with this kind of medicine, but thank you!” Venya smiled with satisfaction after the Marcel finished the drink she had concocted.

Amelia found herself relaxing in increments, each one reluctant. She looked at the shelves instead of at him. Tiny labels marked the jars in neat handwriting. Moonmint. Ash clove. Wolfsbane. Memory salt. Truth rind. A jar near the end held what looked like dark red petals suspended in oil. The label was turned away. “Do you give tea to everyone who has a bad day?” she asked. “No.” “Just humans?” “No.” “Just people the Academy drags into your hallway?” His mouth curved again. “No.”

He swallowed hard, pouring the clear spirits over the ice. "Pour in twenty – five millilitres of Strawberry Bols," I continued, my tone dripping with cold authority. "Fill the glass most of the way with orange juice and give it a good stir." The ice clinked loudly in the silent room. "Slowly pour fifteen millilitres of cherry brandy over the top so it floats," I ordered. "And finish with a splash of that apple, strawberry, and raspberry drink." Brent walked over, his head bowed, and handed me the drink. The deep red and orange layers looked like the sky above the mountain had just hours ago. I took a sip. It was perfect.

He took his glass with a lethal, fluid grace, his focus entirely on the rune-tablet in front of him. Finally, she reached Daniel. "Moon-Mint Nojito." Her knee buckled. A sharp, white-hot spike of pain shot up her thigh. The tray tilted. A splash of the green liquid darked the dark wood of the table, inches from Daniel’s hand. "Stupid b**ch!" Ryan surged out of his chair, his chair skidding across the stone floor. "Can't even serve a drink without failing?" "I’m sorry," Emily gasped, pulling a rag from her belt. "I’ll—"

R asked, immediately, the question he'd clearly been holding onto since the moment he woke up, his eyes already moving toward Ravyn's bag with hopeful anticipation. Ravyn set him down gently and reached into her purse, where she'd tucked, the night before, a small wrapped mint she'd taken from a bowl near the bar at the venue — the only souvenir available from a night that had nearly ended in a very different kind of headline, the small absurd irony of it not lost on her even now. "From the restaurant," she said, producing it with a flourish, pressing it into his open palm. R inspected it with the gravity of an art critic. "Is it the good kind?"

“Last is deserts!” “There is a Chocolate Pistachio Dome. When you cut into it, there is German Chocolate mouse on a bed of brownie with Chocolate gnash. This is a Passionberry Parfait with a graham cracker crust. This is a Lemon Tart topped with raspberries. This last one is a Blueberry and Lemon Cake Shooter.” Alec cut the chocolate dome and fed me a bite. The chocolate melted in my mouth and made me moan in response. “This is so good.” I said with a mouth full of chocolate.

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"

It looks so pretty as they dance in the cup, not really mixing as I notice that they have different densities, “Can you tell me about my drink?” “The white liquid is what our scientists have created, the colored ones are purely just flavorings. The one in purple is made from grapes, the one in blue is from blueberry extract, green is peppermint, yellow is from chamomiles and honey, and pink is from cherries.” She then slides the goblet towards me and lays beside it a glass stirring rod. “I will now take my leave so you can now prepare for your beauty sleep. Your attendants will stay here to take care of you.” She stands up and bows to me. I also stand up to lead her to the door. Reaching the

A basket of browning herbs and rack upon rack of her mixtures. "It's always been my profession to formulate things from the plants in my garden," smiled Eve from Soohie’s back. "I make spirit liquor, too. Try this," Eve groaned, handing over a glass of her latest work-in-progress. "I extracted it from that plant out there in the cold mountain, which I call 'spirit mint." The liquid was colorless and tasted like nothing Sophie had ever drunk before, combining flavors of rosemary, lemon, ginger, mint, and a hint of spirit. It's deliciously refreshing. "Thanks Eve, I love this one." Sophie groaned as she sipped the drink, then Eve went back to her kitchen. Northern Pack, Alpha Jefferson Manor.