Rosario Vampire Kahlua Novels & Stories

‘Shut it down, and make it known that anyone who makes the slightest move against Stravos or any of the hunters without express permission from me will forfeit their lives. “Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection

“Yes, he’s a polished waiter and a real gem.” As if on cue, Charles came and set two cordial glasses down on the table, and a rather large plate in the center. “Porto Rocha 20-year, and the chef’s special,” he announced. Rai heard the sound of a lighter ignite and flame rising from the plate in the center. The heat of it carried the scent of ripe cherries laced with sweet liqueur. The flame was short-lived, leaving only mouth-watering sweetness in its lingering wake. “Enjoy,” said Charles, taking his leave.

He poured the liquid into two cups, and garnished each with a lime. “What is it?” I asked, smelling it. I didn’t smell any booze or anything weird. It actually smelled like lime, ginger, and pineapple. “I can see the halos on the two of you from a mile away. I call it Virgin’s Paradise. It’s basically a Pineapple Moscow Mule, but without the vodka. It’s got crushed up lime and pineapple suspended in ginger ale. Simple, sweet, and perfect for people who don’t drink alcohol.” I sipped it. It was good. I would have never thought to put pineapple with lime and ginger ale. “Damn,” Rose said beside me.

I haven't given her any ever! The door opened. Rosy and I looked at it, and my heartbeat raced when I saw Hendrix. "Hi, Rosy! Are you in for a bubble tea? Taco flavor," he smiled, lifting the three bubble teas, and my jaw dropped. So, it was he who introduced that drink to Rosy. . c.m. louden

She speaks with a mischievous smile, and I notice a different gleam in her eye. The waiter comes to take our orders and Rayka leaves the choice up to me, as a starter I choose a Faux Risotto, as a main course a Miso Glazed Salmon with Kale Caesar Salad, and two cokes to drink. And while we wait for our orders, I order 2 Lovers Lane drinks, just one drink won't hurt, but I won't overdo it, since I will be driving later. “What is this drink?” “It's a very nice drink made with Ketel one vodka, lemon juice and strawberry.”

I will later, but with Braxton, he will be able to explain in more detail about hunters and the supernatural world. Fine, later then. I quietly walked down the stairs to the first floor and found my way to the kitchen after getting lost, temporarily. I opened the fridge and found five bottles of coffee creamer. He had White Chocolate Raspberry, Almond Joy, Almond Roca, Salted Caramel and French Vanilla. I chose the Almond Roca flavored because it was my favorite candy! I headed back upstairs and when I made it to the third floor I nearly knocked Paulette to the floor.

And that never happens. I tip the cup in my hand and down the last bit of the blood-brewed coffee. Thick, dark, and bitter on my tongue. A blend from the Carmine Arabica plantations, the kind of beans only cultivated in blood-fed soil. Vampires have been growing it for centuries. We call it Sanguara. It's just enough to pass for normal and keep the skin from going pale. It dulls the thirst too. But it doesn’t drown it. Especially mine and my brothers’.

“I’m responsible!” Rose chuckles beside us. “Rook, just let her have two flavors before she explodes.” “Fine, fine,” I sigh, standing up. “What will it be?” Harlow grins, pointing. “Strawberry and chocolate!” “Classic choice,” I nod approvingly, then glance at Rose. “You?” “Lemon and raspberry,” she says, already handing over the money before I can. I roll my eyes but don’t argue, turning to the worker. “Pistachio and espresso for me.”

It surely had a way of loosening Uncle Fernandez's tongue on many occasions. “Alpha Kyle loves this particular drink. In fact, it’s not even a whisky; it’s only masked as one. It is a rare fermented brew made by a vampire around these parts of town for the elite sanguine vampires. Thus, finding it is nearly impossible if you don’t belong to those social circles. Having it waiting for him will show that you went all out just to please him,” Hilda offers. Ahh. So this is an ace up my sleeve then. Wait? Had she said, vampire?

"Venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, extra banana, extra sprinkles, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, extra ice, extra cinnamon topping, and seven pumps of black caramel sauce." Zoe looked at Sara, who was ordering a colorful drink, with her mouth wide open. She only needed two words to order her drink earlier: warm Americano. The barista behind the counter remained unfazed; she was accustomed to such situations. She even smiled as she handed Sara her vibrant order and Zoe's plain black one.