Eclair X Tea Knight Novels & Stories

The darkness within his past had honed his instincts to a razor-sharp edge, allowing him to decipher the intentions of those around him with uncanny precision. "Here you go," he said, his voice warm and inviting. Finally, he reached for the teacup and brought it over, setting it down in front of Clara. The delicate aroma of the tea wafted up, its fragrance mingling with the tension in the air. Clara's heart hammered in her chest as she met Eskaal's gaze, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety churning within her.

“This lady wants to meet the boss, but she doesn’t have an appointment letter,” the guard answered respectfully. “This is a gift that she wants me to hand over to the boss.” Isabelle chuckled. She hooked the box of tea with her index finger. “A very famous brand of Earl Grey Tea from Cairnstan. It looks like you’ve put in a lot of effort.” Adina narrowed her eyes. She heard the strong hostility in the woman’s words. This woman should be Terry North’s lover or wife. Did she misunderstand Adina’s intention for approaching Terry North?

The hall was warm with amber light when Katherine and Kingsley stepped inside. Long tapestries draped the windows in calming earth tones, and two tall glass dispensers sat on a linen-covered table near the door—one filled with cucumber-mint water, the other with hibiscus iced tea. A row of handmade clay cups stood beside them, mismatched and charming.

“When did you get tits?! This top looks AMAZING on you!” Quinn raved as Claire stepped out from the bedroom wearing a low cut black see-through lace tank top with a black bra underneath, her favorite jean shorts, and her black vans. “If I wasn’t straight, I’d be all over you right now.” Quinn had no filter whatsoever, especially when she started drinking. She took a long gulp of a clear liquid. “Fucking delicious.” Claire grabbed the glass from Quinn and downed the rest. The burn of the tequila flowed down her throat and the warmth spread through her chest. She shook it off with a low, slow breath.

Exiled to obscurity while I claimed everything that should have been mine from the beginning. Soon, even the legal technicality of her Luna status would be gone. "The supplies are being loaded now, Miss Claire," the head maid reported. "The Alpha requested light provisions, he wants to hunt for your meals." "Perfect. Make sure to pack the special tea I prepared. The one in the blue tin." "Of course, Miss Claire." The special tea. Another delivery method for the drugs, just in case the incense wasn't enough. Ground into fine powder, mixed with regular tea leaves, it was virtually undetectable. Kade would drink it gladly, believing it was just a warming beverage after a long day of hunting.

Ayla didn’t let him finish as she quickly said, “Perhaps. Just a few leaves. For good luck.” Milton chuckled. “You and your tea.” Ayla and Rhobart laughed. The twins furrowed their brows. After they ate, Ayla prepared tea for everyone. When she gave the cups to Eude and Hudde, she smiled sweetly at them. “Hope you like it!” She sat next to Rhobart and drank from her tea. “What did you put in my tea this time?” Rhobart asked. Ayla shrugged. “A few petals of white eclipta to rest well.”

She placed the tray on the small table. “Drink,” Kyla said, offering it to them. “It will help calm your body.” Eirene looked at Kyla. Her gaze was no longer just confused; there was something else in it now: awareness and suspicion. “Kyla,” she called. Kyla turned. “Yes, Miss?” “You clearly know that I don't need tea right now,” Eirene said calmly but firmly. She looked straight at Kyla. “Now tell me. Who are you really? You’re not just an ordinary maid. Neither is Daxton. So who are you?”

While everyone else was caught up in the drama of Scarlet’s unexpected comeback, he didn’t seem to care. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room, landing on Kourtney, who was nervously fiddling with her napkin. The young lady needed something to calm her nerves. “Eloisa,” he barked, summoning the family's head servant with a wave of his hand. The room fell silent, all eyes on him. “Give Kourtney a cup of my special Da Hong Pao tea.” Everyone at the table had their mouths agape in total shock.

Charles carried himself with such dignity that the servant recognized him as an important guest and attended to him diligently. Renata frowned and said, "Use the Lipton tea for Charles. The Earl Grey tea is reserved for Kian Carter." He retorted, "So I'm below someone now? What kind of relationship do you have with Kian? Have you two been doing the unspeakable things?"

Claire sat cross-legged on the countertop, stirring milk into a steaming mug. “It’s Friday,” I replied, leaning against the doorframe. She grinned, handing me a cup. “I know you—tea with lots of milk, no sugar.” Claire had this way of anticipating things—like she could read people without them saying a word. I took a sip, feeling the warmth settle in my chest. "you are the first person I know who adds most milk in the tea." she said softly, hopping down from the counter, "you look like you need it."