Pot Calling Kettle Black Novels & Stories

5:36 AM – Penthouse, Kitchen The kettle whistled off with a gentle thunk. Elira steeped hot water over ginger slices in two mugs, allowing the aroma infuse into quiet. Caelan stumbled in half-awake, his shirt upside down and eyes narrowing against faint light. "You brewed the strong one," he observed, smelling salabat. "We require it," she said, offering him one. He nodded, then looked at the open folder on the counter. "You were up again last night."

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Then he broke it into three parts. Baba picked up each piece of the kola nut, lifting them to his mouth as he whispered words too ancient and powerful for most to understand. He then dropped the pieces into the boiling pot, where they vanished beneath the roiling surface almost immediately. A thick, unusual steam rose from the pot, shifting colors between blue, green, and black.

He approached the window and spoke to Pong, “I need a pot.” “You do? You can use the sandbox in the corner if you need to relieve yourself,” said Pong. “I don’t have to look.” Lankko sighed and he heard Deng laughing aloud with Pong. Lankko could see the tips of the shorter man, Deng, from the window. “I need a clay pot to extract this stone’s magic. Anything you use to cook your food, not that kind of pot that you’re thinking.” Pong looked down at the owner of the head of spiky hair that Lankko could see from the window. Deng argued with Pong as to who should get the pot from the kitchen.

I leave the three of them to handle the remaining attackers, feeling at least ninety percent certain they won’t kill them. Racing back into the house, I shift back to human form and throw my clothes back on. Erik’s potion is in a black metal cauldron on top of his altar. I look down into t he dark green goo and make a face at the foul odor wafting off the top of it. And we have to drink this shit? Ew..

"I can learn from my phone." I glanced at that ancient phone, the kind that could barely display a single pixel without glitching, and seriously doubted it. - The next morning, I woke up choking on the smell of something seriously burned. I rushed into the kitchen and saw Malcolm standing helplessly in front of a pot belching black smoke. Two pieces of charred bread sat on the counter, just barely recognizable as toast. "Are you... brewing potions?" I exclaimed, rushing to turn off the stove and switch on the exhaust fan.

he offers, tone almost lazy. “No, thank you. You’d probably poison it,” I retort, glowering at him. I fumble with the kettle, managing to flip the lid and fill it with water without letting go of the whip or soaking myself in the process. “Always so stubborn,” Asher mutters under his breath, his eyes glinting with barely concealed amusement.

I did feel like a tonic would be a great pick-me-up. "No problem. Is this your cup? Let me pour some for you." Smiling sweetly, Kaya picked up my vessel. Suddenly, she lost her grip on the kettle and it fell with a clatter, spilling the dark liquid all over my terminal. My screen instantly went black. A slight sizzling sound came from inside, and it coughed out a puff of smoke. The air smelled of burnt minerals and wet copper.

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Half to himself. "Kir." "Mm." "What are you going to do with the kettle?" "Soon. Lie still." He gets off the bed. Goes back to the stove. Lifts the kettle off and sets it on a cast iron trivet on the side table. He picks up a small ceramic bowl I didn’t even notice before and pours some of the hot water in. Tests the temperature with the back of his fingers. Adds a splash of cold from the jug on the floor. Tests again.