Eclair X Tea Knight Novels & Stories

Their sudden movement made Kate jump back with shock. "Good morning, Luna," the tall leader said in that deep, respectful tone that made my ears itch. "We have brought the herbal teas from the valley greenhouses. They are prepared specifically for the health of the royal heir." He whistled and two fair beauties walked out of a room I never knew was there with large trays. Elara’s eyes lit up. She stepped past me, completely ignoring the fact that these men were giant, dangerous fighters who could probably crush a car with their bare hands. She reached down and took a small clay pot from the tray, sniffing the steam rising from the lid.

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.”

And it was going to be good. “So he’s not possessive?” I asked, raising a brow as I pulled the tea tray out and started picking through my stash for the perfect blend. After a second of consideration, I landed on red dragon chai mixed with a splash of black tea. Just the right kick of caffeine to match Mirabelle’s energy. She slid into one of the barstools at the kitchen island, her freshly manicured red nails tapping on the counter as a soft, thoughtful smile curved her lips.

“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 watched his meticulous action of preparing tea and could'nt help but smile , the Crown Prince of the Empire was preparing tea like a good little wife . " Honey or sugar ?" he asked as he strained the tea in the cup " two tea spoon , honey please " Chelsea told Rogue , who nodded and added honey to her tea and handed the cup to her after mixing the honey in it . Rogue has been really careful while preparing the tea as he had chosen Chamomile Tea the one, that was decaffeinated instead of any other one caffeinated tea. Chelsea couldn't help but feel a little touched by his diligence , to think he will take the trouble of worrying about her lack of sleep.

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."

She didn’t look at the tea itself, only closed her eyes and inhaled. After a second, she smiled. “Not bad at all. As expected of the Mortensen family—this calendula blend is top-tier.” “Well, well! Miss McKenna not only plays a mean violin, but she knows her tea too. You can tell just by the scent? Impressive.” An older, yet still robust voice rang out. Briella turned her head toward the entrance. The two men from the cocktail party—Roman and Dutton—had just walked in. She calmly set the tea down and rose to her feet with a small nod.

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.

White Peony or known as Bai Mudan will naturally be served for Her Excellency. Black Tea is chosen to be young master Antoine's favorite. Just as the flavor described, Black Tea is malty, strong as well as full-bodied, or commonly known for those who are determined to achieve their goals. In the category of Black Tea, Earl Grey Black Tea would be preferred by young master Antoine.