Kindle Matcha Novels & Stories

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

She had on a cropped cut off lilac crewneck sweatshirt with a paint splatter design and cutoff look with stretch black skinny jeans. She was in a mini heaven. She had never had that brand of cocoa but she thoroughly enjoyed it. Her father’s was the best she had ever had but she would that the mug in her hands contained the second best cocoa she had ever tried. And the Chelsea marshmallows she found in the kitchen were puffs of heaven floating in the velvety rich liquid. The two of them had been sitting quietly like that for nearly an hour when Meredith’s cup was finally emptied and when she made a move to get up Brayden interrupted her movement and she paused.

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.

The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows that danced across the stone walls, turning them into silent specters bearing witness to my turmoil. I swallowed the fear in my throat. If I wanted to survive, winning the bride trials was my only option. The gowns the maids carried were a riot of colors—deep crimson, sapphire blue, emerald green, and gold that shimmered like captured sunlight. Their fabrics cascaded like waterfalls, pooling onto the cold floor, a stark contrast against the rough stone. I reached out hesitantly, my fingers brushing against the silk and velvet. The cool, smooth textures sent shivers up my spine, reminding me of the weight of the decision I had made.

“Thank you so much~” “It’s from the owner.” Cerise lisped before chugging the matcha tea down, an exhale of satisfaction as she finishes it halfway. Cerise’s best friend mutters something along the lines of ‘sweet’ and ‘aurum’, but that thought slid to the back of her head, preoccupied with how things are going forward from now on.

" The two took a seat at a booth in the cafe. "No, it's okay. I'm just not used to it," she whispered as she looked down at her hands. "May I take your order?" a young waiter asked with a smile. "I'll take an iced matcha tea and a BLT," Choi Lina ordered. "Um. I'm not familiar with the menu. Do you have hazelnut coffee?" "We sure do. Would you like it hot or iced?" "Iced, please. Can you put a shot of chocolate in it?"

“Stop, Kierra. This isn’t on you.” “But I—” “Tea.” “Excuse me?” she asked, scrunching her nose in that adorable way she did sometimes when she was stumped by something. “Chamomile tea. I think we all could use some.” “Can I have camouflage tea, Mr. Jonathan?” Kiyah asked, tugging on my pant leg. “Chamomile tea,” Kierra corrected. I chuckled as I led the way to the kitchen. “How do you feel about warm apple juice?” I asked Kiyah.

He then encouraged, “Okay, go ahead. Give it a try and let me know how you like it.” Grace raised the cup enthusiastically and took a sip of the matcha latte, clearly enjoying it. “Wow! This is so good,” she complimented as she set the cup back down. “The sweetness is just right.” “Just like me?” Anthony joked, striking a cute pose like a member of a Korean boy band, forming a heart shape with his hands. Grace laughed, “How could you…? Goodness. Feli must have taught you this,” she guessed, knowing how one of Anthony’s sisters was.

Instead, she reached for a small, simmering copper pot hanging over the hearth and carefully poured a steaming, deep red liquid into a ceramic mug. "Drink this," Karla instructed gently, pressing the warm mug into his large hands. "It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood."

"I know she likes blueberries in her oatmeal and hates the sound of car horns, but I had no clue where she lived, worked, or came from." "That was probably to keep her from finding you before it was time." Mara strolled into the room carrying a tea tray with fixings and a small red bag. She set the items on the coffee table and handed a steaming cup to Fiona and Ceara. "Black tea with a little hazel for communication." Passing one to Kaida, Mara winked. "Green tea with ginseng root for energy. Wore yourself out, you did." She strolled across the room to Tristan, who eyed the mug she held without accepting it.