Seven Blossoms Tea Side Effects Novels & Stories

Her toxic stepsister is marrying her ex-fiancé. To survive the week from hell, she claims her billionaire best friend is her new fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Hazel Sterling thought she had finally moved on from Dominic Reed—until her manipulative stepsister, Clara Westbrook, sends out her wedding invitations. Dominic is the exact same man who shattered Hazel's heart and walked away a year ago. Now, he belongs to her sister. The venue? A lavish, week-long winter celebration at an exclusive mountain estate in Aspen. The house is packed with high-society guests, and Hazel is trapped playing the bitter maid of honor. To protect her pride, Hazel recruits the perfect shield: Axel Blackwell. He is her drop-dead gorgeous, fiercely loyal childhood best friend who happens to rule the city's finance world. He owes her a massive favor, so acting like her devoted future husband should be a walk in the park. But when fake touches begin to ignite real heat, the boundaries of their friendship completely melt away. Now, Hazel is caught in a dangerous game—is she just putting on a show for revenge, or is she about to lose her heart to the one man who was always off-limits?

In the lowest ranks of the Wolf Territory, Luna is the ultimate bottom feeder until Alpha King Cain forces a long lost royal heirloom onto her neck. She thinks she is a pawn, but the blood of an ancient purebred lineage awakens within her. She is the prophesied Primal Matriarch, the only one capable of ending the centuries long war. When her heat strikes unexpectedly, seven rival Alphas are sent into a primal frenzy by her scent. From a brutal king and a cold blooded mercenary to an arrogant tech mogul, they will do anything to claim her, unaware that they are merely pieces on a board. With enemies plotting in the shadows and kingdoms hungry for her power, Luna refuses to be a sacrificial lamb. Armed with a scalpel and the burning fire of the ancients, she will make them understand that she is not the prey. She is the predator. She isn't just looking for a mate, she is looking to rule.

Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me. My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead. While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar. When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face. He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body. I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.

 Speed-up evolution: An unnatural phenomenon that boosts every living creature's adaptation, body, and mind at a high-speed rate... When this phenomenon was in its starting phase, Mike and others are the only ones who receive the power without them knowing.  Knowing that mostly young ones are the ones who receive the speed-up evolution, people from the unknown started their large-scale kidnapping to experiment with the young. However, their plan was ruined when their ships that transport the young ones got sunk by unknown creatures.   Mike who was dragged to this messed was now sinking deep into the ocean as he started to lose consciousness.   (Die? A peaceful death? Like hell, I would let that happen!)    Struggle... Struggle...    With fate that shackles binding him pulling him into the deepest part of the ocean, he who struggles to survive with the resolved to go on the surface of the world once again.   The thing he did not know is that the world is now on the brink of horror as the world was about to change.  Twitter: @MeykCake Buy me a Coffee: https://ko-fi.com/meykcake Discord: MeykCake#8819

In the seventh year of my long-distance relationship with my girlfriend Quinn Summers, I quit my job without telling her and traveled more than six-hundred miles to Oceanton. I only wanted to surprise her and ask her to marry me. When the receptionist heard I was looking for Quinn, her expression slightly shifted. "Our CEO Ms. Summers is still in a meeting. Please wait a moment." I was surprised. Quinn had never told me she had been promoted. During our video call last week, she had even complained about how stressful work was and how far away a promotion felt. When I turned around, I heard the receptionist whispering to her coworker. "So… This is the guy Ms. Summers is keeping on the side? Seriously, he has some nerve, coming all the way to the company." "If Mr. Gomez finds out Ms. Summers is cheating during their marriage, this is going to be very bad." I was about to turn back and tell them they had the wrong person. Quinn was not married, and I was her real boyfriend of ten years. But before I could speak, a man in a black suit walked in from the revolving door. The receptionists immediately fell silent and greeted him with deep respect. "Mr. Gomez." The man was on the phone, his voice low and gentle. "Honey, I'm downstairs. You must come with me to your prenatal checkup today!" A clear female voice came through the phone, agonizingly sweet. "I know, honey. The meeting's almost over. Wait for me at the guest lounge." I had listened to that voice for seven years. I knew it far too well. It was my girlfriend, Quinn.

I came to beg for mercy. He offered to save me… for a price. One week. Seven forbidden nights in his snowbound lake house. $187,400.17 wiped clean if I obey every single command. Cassian Voss. My mother’s ex-husband. The man who raised me, then vanished the day the divorce was final. Now a billionaire photographer who shoots the most depraved, beautiful fantasies money can buy… and keeps the pictures for himself. He says I only have to be his assistant. Hand him ropes. Hold the lights. Watch while perfect, naked women kneel and call him Sir. But I feel his eyes on me every time the shutter clicks. I hear the way his voice drops when he calls me “little girl.” I see the way he smiles when I flinch. He promised he wouldn’t touch me. He never said I wouldn’t beg him to. By the seventh night, the debt will be paid. The only question left is whether I’ll drive away free… or drop to my knees and plead with my stepfather to keep me forever. Warning: extremely spicy, very taboo, praise kink, forced proximity, possessive alpha, no cheating, guaranteed HEA.

Right after I am done with a meeting, I scroll through social media and come across a warning post with my company's location tagged. The title reads, "Avoid this place! Anyone who comes here is a sucker. The company is so stingy that it can't even provide decent snacks." The photos show the Starbucks drinks and five-star desserts I just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frown and tag everyone in the group chat, asking for suggestions about the teatime snacks. A Gen Z intern, Alice Grimes, immediately sends a voice message, "No offense, Ms. Knox, but these mass-produced desserts are full of trans fats. Even dogs wouldn't eat them. A good company would hire Kitchelin chefs to cook on-site. Now that's called having true respect for employees." I laugh in disbelief. My company spends 50 dollars per person on daily tea time, which is considered top-tier in the industry. So, I reply, "Since it's hard to please everyone, we'll cancel teatime from now on and convert it into a cash allowance for everyone." Less than five minutes later, there is a new update in the social media post. "Guys, you won't believe this. I made a reasonable suggestion, and the petty boss just cut our teatime perk! This is how a typical capitalist behaves. They can't handle any honest feedback."

The day my father dies, my boyfriend, Heath Summers, is accompanying his true love for her prenatal checkup. I lose hope in him and ask for a breakup, but he thinks I'm just being jealous. He says, "Naomi's already miscarried thrice—it hasn't been easy for her to conceive this child. Stop being unreasonable." I've been with him for seven years, but it turns out I can't compare to his childhood sweetheart.

Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ordinary as he thought. But then people close to him start to get hurt and the coin starts to show a third sinister face that follows him into his dreams to haunt him and he finds out not all coins have just two faces . . . The coin keeps reappearing stronger and more powerful in their lives after several failed attempts to dispose of it. Finian realizes having much siblings is an advantage as he must work with his sister and brother to figure out a way to get rid of the diabolic coin for good before it kills them all and spreads it's evil all over.

I was a top-tier heart surgeon. The kind they gave a government-issued black SUV with diplomatic plates—armored, red-light-skipping, cleared-for-anything kind of ride. I parked it at my fiancé Marco Varonetti's place so he could keep it in shape. Bad call. One day, I got an emergency call: heart transplant for the Chancellor—yeah, that Chancellor, the one with state secrets ticking inside him. I rushed over to Marco's to grab the car. Right as I was about to leave, some rando slid into the back seat like she owned it. "Mall first. I need a mani," she barked. "Then get the ice cream Marco ordered. If it melts, I'll kill you." Excuse me? "This is my car," I said, trying to stay chill. "I've got a critical airport run. You need to get out." She rolled her eyes. "You're just the driver. Open those eyes and check the plate." Then the maid chimed in. "Everyone knows Mr. Varonetti takes Ms. Caro out in this car. Nobody says a word." I froze. Marco used my federally issued SUV... to chauffeur her? This wasn't just messy. This was criminal.