Dark Matter Coffee Unicorn Blood の小説・ストーリー

I plastered a fake grin and faced our customers. "The usual," Philip said, staring at me. "The usual? How about you Selene, what do you recommend?" Marco asked, his eyes were also on me. "Black coffee?" I answered, hoping Albert would do something about this awkward moment. "Just black coffee?" Marco confirmed. "Yeah, it's rich in antioxidants, can fight cell damage, and reduce serious health conditions." I blabbered, then I felt my cheeks flushed. They found my answer amusing that they couldn't help but laugh. Albert just smiled and put his arm on my waist, then whispered, "Thanks for the trivia. I'll take it from here,"

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

“I could’ve ordered for myself.” “Sure,” she says, her grin widening. “But you would’ve picked something boring, so I saved you the trouble.” Minutes later, her drinks arrive, each one as extravagant as her descriptions. The vanilla frappuccino is crowned with a mountain of whipped cream, caramel drizzle cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. The matcha frappuccino boasts a vibrant green hue, its whipped cream piled high and adorned with a web of chocolate drizzle. Beside them, my cold brew sits quietly, a splash of oat milk swirling in its depths—a minimalist contrast that feels almost laughable next to her sugary masterpieces.

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to escape the suspicion of the Lewd Demon. ‘This is like a suicide mission. I have to leave this company as soon as possible.’ While thinking hard, Kara prepared hot water and a cup. However, as soon as she opened the cupboard, her focus was diverted. The row of jars in front of her were labeled with the names of the days. Black Ivory coffee for Monday, Finca El Injerto for Tuesday, Saint Helena for Wednesday, Hacienda La Esmeralda for Thursday, and Luwak coffee for Friday. The contents of that cupboard cost more than her monthly salary!

Without her, I'd go crazy. "I don't know." I spun in a circle, enjoying the gentle breeze on my face. Unicorn blood was my favorite, but I took what I was given based on offerings from the different magics within Sharra. Abrea shook. It freaked her out that I was a blood drinker. "Don't worry. I'm sure your blood is much too sweet for my tastes." I winked to let her know I was teasing. She giggled nervously, the sound like tinkling bells. "I'm not worried," she replied. I could tell it was only a little lie. She glanced away, running her tiny fingers through her violet hair that was the same color as my eyes.

I nearly gagged because I didn't need that piece of information. He shook the drink and added every other normal ingredient. His words were simple. "It is a coffee like no other," I sighed, collecting and paying for his services. This will manage to make Liam enjoy his morning coffee. It would stimulate his senses like he was taking real blood. It's such a pity that the reddish substance is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was lucky he had it at all. After listening to the manager's serious claims of meeting with a blood fairy and a witch to hand him such a small piece, I paid heavily for that small piece. It was to prepare Liam for the news I have for him. Who knew what the manager gave

They’re so gross. I sighed and carefully opened the vial, pouring its contents into my teacup. The blood dripped slowly, creating ripples in the calm surface of my tea. Gradually, the color of the tea changed before the blood settled at the bottom of the cup. I stirred the strange mixture with a spoon, blending the blood and tea. The result was a darker, unsettling concoction. “Ugh,” I exclaimed, forcefully moving the teacup even farther from my reach. “That's absolutely revolting—”

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

Blood and Shadows 1 ~LUNA POV~ The first course arrived on fine china....oysters, caviar, things that probably cost more than a mortgage payment....and I picked up my fork and pretended I ate like this every day. Draven hadn't touched his food. He was watching me the way people watch things they have already decided to keep. "You drink your coffee black with one sugar," he said, like he was reading from a list he had memorized. "Your favorite color is deep red. You read mystery novels when you need to decompress, but you never pick the same author twice."

The thick, bubbling green liquid inside the clear glass bottle caught the dim candlelight of the bedroom. It was a concentrated strain, designed to paralyze a wolf's core within seconds of entering the bloodstream. If she drank it, she would enter the Silver Arena at dawn as nothing more than a fragile human girl. Jax would slice her to ribbons in front of the entire assembly.