Matcha Blossom Novels & Stories

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.

"Balthazar told me the quickest way to get rid of this mate bond smell is to drink tea brewed with white Amaryllis flower." Slowly a smile appeared on his handsome face, his hand was still outstretched to me. "I've been drinking ten pints of that bitter tea for the last twenty-four hours. Won't you check it out for yourself, Cara?"

Among all the herbal teas, the Grand Duke fancy Chamomile with Dried Fruits Herbal Tea. For the Grand Duchess, it is none other than White Tea. Without using any technology for its process, its leaves are left to wilt and dry by itself which will produce a delicate, fruity, and floral scent. White Peony or known as Bai Mudan will naturally be served for Her Excellency.

The market looked lively. Kisa stopped in front of a flower shop, and as soon as she picked up a bouquet of chamomile, Mia came over. "Why do you like chamomiles that much? It is so basic and doesn't look pretty at all. Look at these lilies," Mia said. She then brought Kisa a bouquet of lilies, a bouquet of roses, and two bouquets of flowers that she could not name. "Listen, putting these flowers around the house will lighten up the whole place."

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Of course I didn't know what it was, so I held this glass of water at eye level, looked curiously at it and asked, “What is this? The color is beautiful.” Lia smiled, “It's pea blossom tea, which will help you fall asleep faster. It's an herbal tea, much better than coffee.” Then Lia looked at the desk behind me and said in a surprised voice, “Do you still have a lot to do? I figured you'd go back to the bedroom and sleep right after.” “Don't worry, I'll get to work quickly,” I say, then look at the tea. I feel shy when faced with this special blue-purple cup of tea.

"And with a deeper understanding of true taste. You have learned the principles of the Observer's recipe. Now, you must learn to apply them against Core Prime's most cunning illusions." Anya led them to a quiet corner of the courtyard, where a small, intricately carved wooden table was set with various small dishes. There were slivers of Anya’s detoxifying mixture, a few more freshly peeled figs, and several cups of a delicate, pale blue tea, brewed from the butterfly pea flower. "This," Anya explained, gesturing to the tea, "is your first lesson. The 'Serenity' Core Prime offers is a heavy blanket, dulling your senses. This tea, the essence of the butterfly pea flower, is a gentle breeze. I

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Lio stared into my eyes for a moment before he moved his hand up behind my head and pushed my lips against his. After a short time, Adel came back into the living room with a beautiful porcelain teapot and three matching cups on a serving tray. She set the tray down on the table carefully. The tea set was polished black with gold cherry blossom designs on each piece. The tea pot handle was wooden and hooked onto the pot, it was really pretty. Adel poured all of us a cup and we each took one. I could tell from the aroma it was white tea. It had a very unique scent unlike Green Tea.