Pot Calling Kettle Black Novels & Stories

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.

I am starting to feel things I did not expect to feel tonight. Then I remember him standing in front of the police today, lying with a straight face. The memory is like a bucket of cold water, suddenly splashing on me. I shake my head in disdain, “No. He is not getting anything from me tonight. Not a single smile, or a single word of praise.” He starts walking back to our table, carrying a small black cast iron pot. He sets it down carefully beside the empty silver plate. The pot is still steaming gently. I can see the pork inside, a beautiful reddish-orange color from the achiote spices, popping against the black pot.

“Fuck, you’re wet, open the stuff behind and grab a condom.” Calla fumbled to do as he said, reaching blindly for the compartment behind the seat. Her fingers closed around a foil packet, and she handed it to Killian. “Do you always keep condoms back here?” she teased, tearing the packet open with her teeth. Killian smirked. “Remember Killian Black, a popularly known man whore.”

Then— The kettle was screaming again, and so was Rhea. “Arabella! Your demon water is possessed!” she shrieked from the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon like a wand as steam billowed behind her. “It’s called tea, Rhea.” I peeked over the top of my book, lounging on the couch in my favorite hoodie—the one with paint stains I pretended were intentional. “It’s called black smoke and the scent of doom,” she shot back, pulling the kettle off the burner and fanning herself with a paper plate. “If I die in this kitchen, tell my mother I died being fabulous.”

I guess those are the ingredients for the tea. When the kettle goes off, Olivia grabs a linen towel to protect her hand from the scalding metal, and place the hot pot on to the counter. She pulls out a cup and a spoon from under the table and starts measuring out the ingredients from the earthen jars into the bowl. Satisfied, she pours the steaming water into the cup, filling it.

"The Don takes herbal tea every morning. Prepare it." She pointed to a delicate porcelain teapot sitting on the counter—white with gold trim, the kind of thing that probably cost more than a car. Beside it sat a cast iron kettle on the stove, whistling softly as steam poured from the spout. "And do not break the china," Carmina added, her voice dropping to a threat. "It is worth considerably more than your life." She walked away without checking if I understood, her heels clicking across the tile. I stood there staring at the kettle, my body swaying slightly.

Piper said and walked up to meet Iris. “Have you checked what is on the menu?” Iris said. “Yes, ma. Tea and bread. I have placed kettles of water on the fire,” Piper said. “Okay. Did you add Lipton to the water?” Iris said. “Yes, ma,” Piper said. “Correct. Now go back into the kitchen. When the water is hot, come and tell me; understood?” Iris said. “Yes, ma,” Piper said. Piper walked to the kitchen, she opened the covers of the kettles and saw that the contents were getting hot gradually. After waiting for about 4 minutes, the water got hot. Piper walked back to meet Iris.

Erica was the one who inquired. "I'm not sure, Princess Erica, but it's different from the other things here, and It's not made of gold!" Olivia exclaim. The black color of the pot they were looking at was a surprise to them. Because of the light from above and the torches on the wall, it flashes as they hit it. "All right, Olivia, let's go grab it. Perhaps you are correct, and that is precisely what we are looking for!" Erica gave the order. Erica was waiting for Olivia when she arrived, so she swiftly scooped up the black pot. Erica took a closer look at the pot and inquired as to whether it was what they were looking for.

Gray said with glaring eyes. "No, you see, this is...uh...green tea." "It's color black." No, this is just...uh...uh...you know, a very healthy beverage that is colored black like a...uh...a black..." Zia babbled, desperately looking for an excuse. "A black tea! Yes! Black tea! Ha!" she shouted in excitement. "I can literally see the brand plastered on the bottle." "Ugh, alright, Sherlock. What do you want?"

She poured one of the bottles of water on the counter into the kettle and heated it a little before turning it into a cup. "Here you go"