Rosario Vampire Kahlua Novels & Stories

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

The little bell above La Vida Dulce jingled as Minnie stepped inside, wrapped in the familiar scent of cinnamon, espresso, and sugar-drenched fruit. Selena played low from an old boombox on the counter, and a girl in butterfly clips and acrylics waved from behind it. “¡Minnie! ¿Tu usual?” “You know it,” Minnie said, pulling her hoodie tighter around her and smiling despite her nerves. The barista handed over a steaming cup—abuelita chocolate latte with extra cinnamon—and passed her a small brown paper bag. “Biónico with mango, papaya, strawberries, and extra crema. I added granola. You look like you got big meeting energy.”

‘What are you going to do with the body’ Nara asks. ‘The eyes are an antidote to the toxins’ Chevy replies, indigo uses a spoon to take out one of the eyes of the rabbit, he crushes it in a bowl and makes ivory drink it. ‘Ew’ Natasha says looking away. Soon ivory closes her eyes and falls asleep. ‘Is she okay’ Alfred asks. ‘Yes’ indigo says checking her vitals. They all sigh in relief. ‘So is the rabbit our dinner’ Chevy asks. ‘Yes’ Alfred replies ‘since I and ivory hunted you and nara should cook…also don’t you dare take the claws’.

However, everyone tried their best to hide their shock. "Ms. Becca Rodrigues, please tell me about yourself. And what is the name of the disk which you have prepared?" "Hello, sir, My name is Becca Rodrigues.", She replied in English but with a Portuguese accent. A scowl appeared on my face, hearing all the tons of lies. About everything, but then I reminded myself that this was an act. "The welcome drink I have prepared Cachaca, made from fermented sugarcane juice and is best known as the fiery kick in caipirinhas, I have prepared fried bar snacks as a starter, and as a main course, I have prepared Barbecued meat, and last but not least, I have prepared Brigadeiros in a dessert."

Instead, she reached for a small, simmering copper pot hanging over the hearth and carefully poured a steaming, deep red liquid into a ceramic mug. "Drink this," Karla instructed gently, pressing the warm mug into his large hands. "It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood."

There are nachos, fries, nuggets and fried chickens, steak and cheese quesadillas, and mini cheesecakes. in a salo salo, liquor drinks cannot be lost. That's why the two prepared something for us to drink. It's not just any alcoholic drinks either. They are said to be doing research to make delicious drinks. Vodka jello shots, pineapple and lime cocktails, watermelon lemonade, and of course water are at the top of that list. I feel like we are in a KTV bar right now. "Cheers!" the three of us shouted at the same time.

The young boy put the drink carefully in our cups and bowed before leaving. “Were you in the room when Kelvin was born?” I asked and sipped the alcohol. It burned my throat and made me cough. Rowan laughed. I turned the bottle and found that it was a Rylic Vodka 1937 and it is 57% alcoholic. “I don’t think you have seen anything like it before, have you?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t do much alcohol so I don’t know much about it.” Rowan drank it like it was water, I could never.

I said. * The Annexe wasn’t empty but there was a spare table by the window, directly beneath a distorted loudspeaker playing a collection of sentimental love songs. Kimberley removed her brown leather shoulder-bag and laid it under her chair. “Something to drink?” Our waiter asked. “Shall we share a bottle of wine?” Kimberley asked. “Why not,” I agreed and quickly ordered a bottle of Raso De La Cruz. A vibrant and fruity rose from the sun-kissed vineyards Cannena in northeast Spain, or so the wine list said.

I turn my face away from them, towards his. “Why on earth not? It’s what you are. You just haven’t had a chance to bloom yet. Don’t worry, it’s coming.” As more people remove their clothing, he pulls me aside. “Come away, little virgin. You’re not ready for this room yet.” He leads me down a hall, and as we enter the next room, Raven holds out a glass of neon green Chartreuse. “Only two monks in a lifetime know the secret recipe, did you know that, precious?” He hands me the tiny glass of strong liqueur. I sip it, and it tastes like vampires and decadence, like Halloween in New Orleans. “They say it will give you vivid hallucinations and artistic inspiration, like absinthe, but that’s probab

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.