Cherry Mint Dramione Novels & Stories

‘Or maybe have a divine caldron to place these herbs in to create the pills and become some type of dan god. Blake began gathering all the herbs in a particular row and transferring them into the small world. Gerold saw Blake with Quick Step begin planting. Soon all of the herbs were planted, and Blake returned to the warehouse to continue. He continued to go back and forth throughout the day. “Miss. Stone, Chive Syrum.” “Hello, Chive, how is my best man doing?” replied a red-haired woman in her mid-forties. She was under a large umbrella in a black mini bikini bottom and topless on a lounger as she talked on the phone.

The tourist exclaimed. "Me too. This seems to be the first,” Dmitri chuckled at the wide-eyed man beside him. “A quick glance at the menu will reveal all the names of the good old classics like The Scarlet Letter, Oliver Twist, The Great Gatsby, etc. Each drink is created with a book in mind," Dmitri added as he showed the interesting menu. "Ah ! They all sound delicious," the tourist replied as he took one of the menus in his hand and studied it. "The one that sounds the best to me is the Don Quixote, which is described as “Azteca D'oro Spiced Chocolate Mocha topped with home-made whipped cream and dusted with Mexican spiced powder," Dmitri revealed.

"Tell Mr. Bayer which flavor you want to try." "Can I really?!" Dorin was delighted. 10 minutes later, Mr Bayer hands him a large sugar cone with 3 scoops on top –pistachio, strawberry, and chocolate. "Wow... I had no idea you could turn pistachio nuts into cream... and freeze it!" Dorin exclaimed, taking a big bite off his ice cream. "Have you never seen almond milk before?" Agate smiled as she took out a purse. "Oh, I can pay for myself!" Dorin fumbled for his makeshift bag and takes out a pouch. "I can't let a child pay for me!" he says with a bright smile.

Bianca chirps out in a happy voice. "I see that," I chuckle out. "What did you bring?" I ask as I open one of the bags riffling through it finding our favorite flavored Monsters. Smiling I pull out four of the twelve cans, handing each one to who loves the flavor. I hand Drake the 'Anti-Gravity' (Nitrous), Bianca the 'Energy Punch', Archer and I both only drink 'Khaos'. Settling ourselves in the living room as Drake and Bianca decide on a movie, I sit on the couch beside Archer, who is carrying the other three plastic bags.

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.”

Seven replied, her voice dropping into the smooth, entirely professional cadence she used to mask her true emotions. She turned her back to him, letting out a silent, controlled breath. Reaching for a clean, heavy-bottomed highball glass, she began the rhythmic, familiar process of crafting the drink. She threw fresh mint leaves and lime wedges into the glass, crushing them with a wooden muddler, the sharp scent of citrus rising to clear her thoughts. She poured the light rum, measured the simple syrup, and topped it with crushed ice and a splash of club soda. Within two precise minutes, she finished mixing the cocktail. She garnished it with a pristine sprig of mint and slid it across the d

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.