Novel Tea Novels & Stories

, was that a smile she just saw, Cynthia looked behind her and saw that there wasn't anyone or anything interesting so the smile must be for me right, the old man observed her puzzled expression and picked up a cup of tea from the table, "this tea" , he paused, sipping from the cup and then dropping the cup back, "it's more than a century old". He said, his eyes staring outside the glass window, where there was a lush green garden covered in flowers of all types and some rare shrubs. "You see, few people know that tea can take that long in storage. Most people think that it's a thing for wine". He said, still looking out, holding his cane between his legs with bother hands on the tip. Cynthi

Sencha tea, a Japanese green drink made uniquely, is steamed and then rolled and dried. The nose that had smelled the aroma of tea turned into cinnamon, and the smell of pine trees was getting more and more dominant. Rena strengthened her resolve until the hand holding the spoon clenched into fists. "Rena," someone called from behind. Rena swallowed her saliva and washed the spoon clean. It was as if she had not heard who had just greeted her. "What are you doing?" asked the man, trying to approach Rena. Rena suddenly moved away and looked into those eyes but only a moment later saw the lightning flash on the black bead. "Tea for Luna."

She places two cups of tea on the coffee table along with a simple white ceramic teapot and a crystal glass three-tier cake holder full of delicious miniature cakes, vanilla muffins, fruit tarts and chocolate chip cookies before she left. -"Guayusa Tea provides your body with balance and energy, which I believe will help you recover. And, please call me Elijah." He says while pouring some tea and I thank him for it. "Naomi dear, please allow me to appeal to your kindness. It will humor me if you forgive Matthew for taking Susie as his Luna. The pressure I placed on his shoulder was inequitable. I also hope, as the daughter of an Alpha yourself, you can understand, sometimes as leaders, we ar

(Dahlia POV) I quietly brew the tea. It is the same tea I made for my grandma. Hibiscus. And for final deliberation of the tea, Sir Venal needs to taste it before I serve it to the CEO. He approached and had a taste. Nodded to confirm the taste passed the quality. I know I am the one who is going to serve the tea. Without prolonging my thought who will be going to save me from doing this, I take an action. I carefully place it in front of him.

I can say his unique personality piqued my interest just as how much The Flesh sparked my horror. Ezra brushed his shiny black bangs behind his ears—revealing a hearing device that most of my mother’s special recruits wore—and brought the tea cup before handing it to me. As I took a sip, a sigh escaped my mouth from the relief Ezra’s special tea blend afflicted upon my insides. The tea he made is thin yet it’s not dry, a suitable condiment to take especially if you’re tired on the previous day. I guess managing Elaine’s rescuing process drained the last bit of youth energy I had left in me. I took another sip and heaved another sigh.

Elaine Trevor handed me a warm cup of herbal tea. “One of the Omegas gave me this. It’s a fresh tea they make from scratch.” He took a sip and smiled. “Do you like it?” I carefully pressed my lips to the lid of the cup, letting the warm tea flow into my mouth. The taste was completely different from what we had in the city. It tasteed so authentic and earthy. “Wow! I’m amazed at how they make things from scratch.” I took another sip, and Trevor’s smile grew wider.

Nicholas teased Kendrick, “With your wife beside you, you can’t play cards anymore?” Kendrick cleared his throat. “Bad starting hand.” Scott chuckled. “Sure, I believe that.” Mr. Nicholas and Julissa both looked like they’d seen right through him. So Kendrick just admitted it, “Fine, I got distracted.” Anna shot him a helpless look. “I should go make you guys some tea, so I don’t mess you up.” Kendrick remembered the tea his father had asked him to bring for Mr. Nicholas—it was still in the car. He gave Anna the car keys, asking her to fetch it from the trunk. It was Lapsang Souchong— premium black tea.

Odessa, standing by the stove, glanced our way with a small smile as she set a plate of food in front of me. “You’re smothering me,” I muttered, glaring at him. “And yet, here you are, sitting safely,” he said, unfazed. I crossed my arms, refusing to touch the plate. Nicholas didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he reached into a small bag on the counter and pulled out something. My breath caught in my throat. It was a bottle of herbal tea—a rare one I used to drink whenever I was stressed. It had always helped me relax, and I hadn’t been able to find it in months.

The kids are playing at a safe distance from us. "So what brings you here to see me?" I ask as the staff drops a tray of tea in front of us. I take up the cup and sniff it. "I heard that this tea was imported from Nepal," I say, and she looks shocked. She did think I was an ordinary girl who knew nothing about things like this.

He bowed after taking the order. The pink hair boy worker serves the tea at the center table. He moves gracefully while pouring hot water in white teacups. Nero stares at the boy because of its perfect etiquette in serving the guest. He then bowed politely without making eye contact and left. Elise smells the familiar scent of the cinnamon tea she always drinks in her world. She got the cup and quickly tasted it. Elise can't help but smile, remembering when she often works overtime and drinking tea was her only consolation. The taste is sweet, different from what she liked. Elise personally prepared bitter tea. It gives a calm feeling that helps her think fast and finish her job efficiently.