Kindle Matcha Novels & Stories

She quickly responded with an 'ok'. I took out a pack from my pocket after having a few gulps of martini and having a smoke. I raised the small pack to eye level and looked at the white powder inside while exhaling a puff of smoke remembering the last time I got high on crack. "Hello old friend. Ready to drive me crazy?" 《Jack》 "Fuck Jack..." I speeded up as I went from slapping her ass to squeezing them as the pleasure was increasing. After a while I pulled out and we got into missionary position and I wasted no time.

“Fine, fine,” she relented, still grinning. “Prude.” We fell into easier conversation after that, Mia updating me on her latest dating disasters, me pretending to be scandalized while secretly grateful for the normalcy. Eventually, Mia glanced at her phone and sighed. “Okay, I really do have to get to the library soon, but there’s something I need to pick up first. That limited-edition holiday drink from Bean & Leaf—the peppermint white mocha thing that sells out in like two hours. I’ve been craving it all week.”

But how did he know? After thinking for a moment, Kit texted: "They are beautiful. Thanks". "Sorry I did not get it. Who are they?" "Orchids". “Oops… I’m embarrassed right now, but it’s not me… I don’t know your address :( but if I did… You’re in London, right?” "Kitty, huh? You're offended?" "Ki-i-it ... Maybe we can meet?"

“You can say it doesn’t taste good, it's called matcha tea.” Before Kael could speak, there was another mug that was given to him. It was milk, it was given by Alterna. “I heard that children need milk to grow, so drink this instead.” She said plainly as she took the match cup away from his hand. Kael looked at Elena, his eyes telling if it was okay. Elena smiled and nodded, “if you don’t like something, don’t force yourself to like it.” He looked at her, eyes with unidentified emotion before accepting it.

He looked at me, slightly disgusted. “Isn’t that… grass?” I felt a little hurt—not just because of the comment, but because he called it Matcha, a grass. “You’re crazy. It’s not grass,” I muttered. I didn’t know if he was just being silly or if he genuinely didn’t like Matcha. “Two Matcha, please,” he told the cashier. My eyes widened. “And also, waffles for my cute little girlfriend here,” he added. My face turned red. “But Sebastian… you don’t like Matcha,” I said as we were heading to our table, waiting for the food to arrive.

Emily’s POV “Thanks,” I told the salesgirl as she handed me my cup of matcha tea. I had decided to try something other than coffee today. “Hi, you,” A certain masculine voice, one which I was gradually growing accustomed to, wafted into my ears from beside me. Smiling, I tilted my head sideways to face him, “Hey, Oscar.” “Matcha tea?” He frowned, staring at the cup in my hand. “Is this for you or someone else?”

And as a husband who knew me well, he chanted his order like he’s been doing it for ages, barely looking at the menu list. “Pasta in white sauce, beef tapa, and green salad with lemon vinaigrette,” then he paused and looked at Kim. “How about yours, Mr. Mori?” Kim glanced at me before turning to Zed, “I’ll have the same. Other foods might irritate Miss Yen.” “How about your drinks, sir?” the waiter asked, shifting his eyes between Kim and Zed. "Two glasses of cold matcha," Kim ordered confidently. "No, matcha has caffeine. It's not good for pregnant women," objected Zed. I cringed in discomfort as I saw Kim's expression turning dark in anger. Of course, Kim had been a CEO for a very long tim

“And a matcha Frappuccino with soy milk. Five scoops of matcha powder, half-and-half java chip, and chocolate drizzle on the whipped cream. Oh, and chocolate cake.” The words tumble out of her mouth like an artist describing their magnum opus, each detail delivered with a flourish. Her enthusiasm is so genuine, it’s almost contagious. For a moment, I’m tempted to forget my own simple order and ask for whatever she’s having—just to taste her excitement. “And he’ll have a cold brew. Add a splash of oat milk and just a hint of caramel,” she adds, sending me a wink. I sigh, leaning back in my chair as the server leaves. “I could’ve ordered for myself.”

He pulled her flush against his chest, tucking her head safely under his chin, anchoring her to the floor. The roar of Los Angeles traffic surrounded them an hour later as they walked down Broxton Avenue in Westwood Village. A bright red Bugatti idled aggressively at the nearest intersection, its modified exhaust heavily vibrating against the hot pavement. Jeremiah handed her a plastic cup from a nearby artisanal cafe. Athena looked down, immediately noticing the bright green liquid inside. "An iced matcha? How did you even know I drink this?" She looked closer at the cup. The barista hadn't used a standard clear plastic container. It was poured into a reusable, insulated sage green tumbler.