Matcha Blossom Novels & Stories

Good thing she still remembers what those ingredients the witch needed. "Whatever do we need?" Kenshi asked, falling for how swiftly she changed the subject. "Little jasmine flowers, five petals of blue roses, the first droplets of rain and a lastly, the dust of a golden butterfly." This is mostly the reason why Mizuko gave up on it. She doesn't know where to find them and the first droplets of rain? Who can guess if the drop is the first drop? Hello? She didn't learn that much from the academy and even though Miranda continues to teach her, it's all too much.

Just lifts her cup again, as if we hadn’t just danced on the edge of war. As I leave, the scent of her tea,rose hips and bloodroot,lingers in the air. Fitting, really. Beautiful. Bitter. Poisonous in the wrong dose.

At the same time, Octavia came with a tray of biscuits and a cup of tea for me and Marcus. “Sorry for the long wait, but here are your snacks and tea. I hope you like it.” She said while putting down the tray to the table that is between me and Marcus. The biscuit was something normal and not too grand— it was not appetising nor does it make you not want to eat. But it is the tea that caught my eyes— or my nose rather. Judging by the colour and the flower floating at the tera cup: it must be a Butterfly Pea Tea, represented by that cute violet flower and the colour of the tea being a vibrant shade of blue. However, as far as I know, the Butterfly Pea Tea has no scent at all or even a flavour

My personal maid announced as she set down two tea kettles, a tea cup set and some iced cupcakes. “Which is herb tea and which has the rosewater?” I asked with a stern look. “The White kettle has the herb tea and the rosewater is in the flowery patterned one” She told me and I waved her off almost immediately. The rosewater tea was made from the last red rose—a name for the rare fate-altering plant—and I needed Kai to drink it and finally stop feeling drawn to Cora in any way, so it’d severe the bond between them that’d been written in the stars.

My mother used them in blends for clarity and calm, but brewed alone they made a tea that tasted like autumn distilled into a cup. I heated water. Steeped the flowers. The greenhouse filled with the scent. Warm. Round. Nothing sharp. Nothing clinical. For once, I was making something that wasn’t a weapon or a diagnostic. Just a cup of something that tasted good. I handed it to Mace. He looked at it. Looked at me. “This isn’t a compound?” “It’s osmanthus tea. It won’t diagnose anything or heal anything or bond you to anyone. It just tastes good.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

ELISHA’S POV The notifications hadn’t stopped buzzing since sunrise. Every social platform, every tag, every inbox mention was alight with the launch of our newest Harvest Bloom flavor—Cayenne Blossom—a bold combination of bitter cacao, rose petal syrup, and a touch of slow-burning heat. An unapologetic flavor. A risk. Something I had fought tooth and nail to perfect. I sat hunched at my desk on the second floor of our main R&D lab, skimming through comments on our official launch video, heart thudding with every refresh.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Sheila's fingertips lightly picked up a dried chamomile flower. She first warmed the white porcelain gaiwan with hot water, then, when adding the flowers, she deliberately hid the lavender at the bottom of the tea scoop, so the strong fragrance wouldn't displease an elder, while allowing the soothing ingredients to be slowly released. Andrew watched her wrist, holding the pot high and pouring, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. This girl, when pouring water, actually knew how to use the "Phoenix's Three Bows" technique. The stream of water drew three silver arcs under the moonlight, and the petals elegantly unfurled with the ripples.