Kindle Matcha Novels & Stories

Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, rattling off the drinks as clearly and quickly as I could. “A double shot espresso with almond milk, a matcha oat latte, one cold brew with vanilla, black coffee—no sugar or cream, iced americano, sparkling water with lemon, and chamomile herbal tea. All in takeaway cups, please.” The barista blinked but nodded, tapping into the screen rapidly. I checked my phone again. The meeting had started. My heart sank. My mouth went dry. Alexander would never let this go.

He clears his throat and simply teases her more as he opens the food bag. “I remembered last night that I have the matcha powder that I used in my kitchen cabinet for some time now, and I didn’t know where I’ll use it until last night too. It’s my first time incorporating matcha with dessert though, so you have to be kind to me, okay?”

I stare at him along with everyone else, bemused. But Jacob just continues to laugh, shaking his head as he smiles at me. "She's feisty. I like this one." More laughter sounds from Arnold while Alejandro and I don't seem to find it entertaining. Instead, I grit my teeth and snap my attention to the serve who brings me my dessert, making sure to thank her before glancing down at it. "I went ahead and ordered you a matcha flavour." Greta chirps in eyeing me. I send her a weirded out look. Why would she do something like that?

Good men still existed in this world, and I was glad I had one for a friend. "How about I go with you?" Mason smiled. "I've finished with my meetings for the day, so I'm completely free. I can just keep you company while you run errands." "You know… That doesn't sound like a bad plan. Let's go then!" Our first stop was at a little coffee shop where we grabbed some matcha lattes and egg sandwiches for a light brunch. "Mm, before I forget, " Mason said in between bites. "I wanted to tell you that your design looks amazing! You know, I hear Lady Ruby has given it nothing but high praises."

He undoubtedly would win the competition, but he left everyone stun when he remained mute. “You know I just love nature and there's nothing more calming than a Japanese tea to soothe the mind before a war breaks out,” he smirked, and a lady dressed in her traditional attire stepped in with a jar. She sat on her legs as she poured the warm tea in our cups. I could smell the delicate flavors of matcha tea.

"We should celebrate Raine's arrival!" "But I still don't have much food!" "Don't worry! Mommy and Daddy gave me some money so that we can order food!" Shaira added. "Can I have some mushroom flavored pizza with hot sauce?" Lani asked. "Of course," Shaira replied. "How about you two?" "As usual," Zane spoke. "A hot drink made out of pure theobroma cacao or a hot camellia sinensis," Raine replied. "Speak English... Please," Shaira said.

I wrench her from my chest, my fingers biting into her shoulders as I bring her to eye level; “eight cups?! Diabetes is a real disease, ya know.” “Oh, don’t be a Humpty Dumpty. I plan on starting my diet next weekend.” “I’m not buying you any more lattes.” I put my foot on the ground. Zeya’s face crumples. “Then you’re not forgiven. You can go back to your new friends.” The little manipulator! “Let me buy you matcha instead.” I offer an olive branch. “It’s delicious and healthy.” Her face contorts in pure horror, “first of all, matcha tastes like grass and… heartbreak. I’ll pass.”

She could only make peace with it, which was why everyone thought she loved matcha cake as a child. She had never been allowed to make her stance since young, and all of that had been caused by Tiffany! “You’re making your amends with this matcha cake?” She stared at her coldly. “This is from Yukkuri. They’re well-known for their matcha cake. Please, have a taste..." said Tiffany pretentiously. Charmine cackled loudly as she mocked her sarcastically, “Oh c’mon, Tiffany. You’re apologizing with just matcha cake? Does that mean you’re only worth the price of a matcha cake?”

I took another sip and another. “You actually enjoy that grass tasting shit?” Jasper voiced out after observing the expression on my face as I continued sipping. "Indeed, it's actually good. Well, it does taste like grass but not like bad grass or something." “See I told you, Jasper. Matcha is the real shit.” Kenneth popped up supporting me. “I’m going to buy one for my sister.” I spat and continued sipping.