Eclair X Tea Knight Novels & Stories

But the person that enters isn't Andrew. “What is it, Tekna?" asks the man, the look in his eyes telling Mia that she should forget Andrew for the time being. She's the one in trouble, it seems. "Who are you?" she asks. "I'm Quinn," he replies, pulling out a baton that begins to sizzle with electric current, “and you and I are long overdue for a chat.”

“Oh wow, come this way to the club house.” We both followed Cherry to the back of the club and up the stairs to the second floor. The club house reminded me of a very over lavish bachelor penthouse. As we walked through the door we were met by a small petite blonde, with light green blue eyes, and looking very sexy even for her size. “Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?”

Chelsea walked out of the Kaisen mansion, beside her was a young knight who was humming a funny tune . Listening to that annoying tune , Chelsea nearly lost her mind " Have you played enough, Wilson Clodis?" The young knight laughed and snapped his fingers , the apperance of Brown hair and emerald eyes morphed and was replaced by Wilson's true apperance , he shrugged innocently and clicked his fingers once again , so as the handcuffs on her wrist loosened and fell on the ground .

I swear to God, if that self proclaimed boy-knight did not come here by the next second, I will skin him alive how dare he make me a fool out of me– Glittering silver-gray eyes and his easy smile flashed in her mind's eye and she hissed to herself, already disliking the idea of turning him into another corpse, another life in exchange for pretty flowers that wilts so easily. At that one moment, the door suddenly thankfully creaked open and she immediately straightened in her seat as is proper, watching the self-proclaimed knight enter the room with a servant on his heels–not that she bothered to notice–who was failing not to tremble so much in the little princess' presence; the tray the serv

This room had too many people, and it was crowded. Sadly, Rula felt lonely and alone. Thalius was right, once again. Everything in the Klas Alltas looked normal in the public's eyes. However, when Rula observed and felt the atmosphere from every corner of the room, she felt something unusual. "This is Pocci Tea." Keith entered carrying a tray with two cups of tea still puffing smoke. A sign that the tea had just been brewed. "It is said that this tea is brewed with special tea leaves, dried jasmine, and fermented fruit."

Eleanor curses harshly under his breath in Italian, "Should better know when to stop." "I agree with Lincoln." Logan appears from behind with a drink in his hand. "The guys will take care of this one." The smug bastard smirks and hands me the glass, making me ground my teeth as him pulling me to his side after swatting Eleanor's hand away from my shoulder. "You should go to her side and save her day before others ruin it for both of you." Glancing at Logan, Eleanor warns him, "Don't let him drink too much." And then he stalks off, leaving me pissed and sulking.

I dropped the teacup back on the table, pushing it a little away from me. “Not to your taste?” Knight sips his own cup of tea, raising an eyebrow at me. “It’s just slightly below my preference.” "You are quite straightforward, this will make our conversation even easier. I’m also surprised you are one of those that hate Tulsi, you know it is a very wonderful tea.” "You can offer me mint tea next time but I don’t think you invited me to discuss tea grades.” “I know you’re busy so I won’t waste your time. I heard you led the massacre of the People’s pack and also killed my father in law. But that is not the priority, I want you to work with me.”

The medical staff who were still around couldn’t help but be impressed by Xynthia’s courage and responsibility. ‘They’re clearly coming for her, but she still showed up on her own. Isn’t she scared of them taking advantage of her?’ Slap! Senior Miller slapped Xynthia’s tea set to the ground, his face fierce. “Stop trying to distract us, Xynthia Zimmer!” “Do you think Mr. Kamino would drink cheap tea like this?!” “Mr. Kamino only drinks Red Robe Tea, which costs seventy-six thousand dollars per pound, and Green Tea, which costs a hundred and fifteen thousand dollars per ounce!”

> "You helped my niece last month. Clara? The one with the fever?" She nodded, remembering the little girl with the infectious giggle and a worn teddy bear. > "She's doing better. Wanted me to say thank you. I brought tea." He held up a paper bag, the scent of chamomile and honey wafting through the rain. --- His Name Was Elias He wasn't from the elite world. A human. A botanist who ran a tea shop and small herbal greenhouse. Gentle in his words, thoughtful in silence. Not handsome in a striking way—but comforting, like the warmth of a cup held with both hands on a cold day.

“Good morning.” “Good morning.” He greets me normally, with a small smile. “Are you going to get coffee too?” “Yeah.” I say it, and then I start to remember something. “Wait, don’t you like green tea more than coffee?” “Wow. You remembered.” It surprises me when Xander displays a gleeful expression. He seems really happy at the moment. “Actually, I am going to order their matcha espresso. I saw it on their menu outside.” “They have one?”