Something's Brewing Too Novels & Stories

It’ѕ thе сutеѕt thіng, watching him push оut hіѕ proud lіttlе chest. We ѕеt up the eruption ѕtаtіоn аѕ Brеndа mаkеѕ jam. Wіth summer еndіng, she’s dесіdеd tо gо all trаdіtіоnаl. Thе house fіllѕ with thе ѕmеll оf berries. Shе’ѕ сооkіng in a mаѕѕіvе saucepan, ѕtіrrіng еvеrу now аnd thеn. “Thаt looks lіkе a wіtсh’ѕ саuldrоn, you knоw,” Gеоrgе points оut.

The glowing fountain bubbled and soon, Luke leaned around a rack. He eyed Duke for a moment. “You look like you can at least stay awake. We’re brewing your first potion today!” Duke huffed and we walked round the shelf to see the table that he’d set up to brew potions. We took our places around a large table where various ingredients and tools were laid out. I didn’t recognize most of it, but I listened as Luke started to explain what the ingredients were and introduced the basics behind brewing potions. “You’ll find that anything you buy from a supernatural seller, like hair products, was made by a potioneer. The school uses a lot of potions all the time, so look forward to brewing gigantic

Theirs was a lethal sweet combination. “Any suggestion that doesn’t involve me leaving a town I’m beginning to love?” I got no response. Barry pretended to be carried away admiring the teacup in front of him like it was a model on the runway while Bree slithered around her house. “You have to tell me how you make this tea. It’s —” “Magical?” Bree filled in the word for Barry. “I wish I could tell you but then…” “You’d have to kill me?”

Cal straightens from the back shoot after the last beer keg rolled down with no incidents. It was always a good day when there weren’t any injuries from runaway beer kegs. He still couldn’t help but smile at that, even though it could be a serious issue. Beer kegs could be serious weapons if used correctly.

sabi nito sa may kalakasang boses dahil hindi sila magkarinigan sa loob ng bar. "Diin me all you want. Saka wala namang namatay dahil pinagalitan no. Kahit mag-rant pa si Lola wala na siyang magagawa kasi tapos na, nangyari na," kibit-balikat niyang tugon bago tinungga ang bote ng beer.

I snapped, pushing my cup round and round with my index finger. "She's upset, again." Bren said wearily and took a huge gulp from his cup. His dark brows furrowed a bit as he looked at the purplish liquid in the cup with intense focus. "This is a bit strong. Can you handle your liquor?" I looked at mine and shook my head, causing my braids to bounce around my head and I had to push some of it back in place. "He's not as bad as you think he is." Bren said quietly and took another sip of his drink. I looked at his face, expecting a cringe or scowl since he'd said it was a bit strong but his face was as smooth as it was beautiful.

Andrew looked completely puzzled and asked, "Wait, what exactly did I do? Why are you all ganging up to attack and accuse me?" Preston and Clifford stood with hands on hips, cursing angrily, "You bastard, what did you do? Don't you know yourself? Why are you throwing things around? Just because you can't pass, you dare to cause a scene here?" Andrew remained completely calm and replied, "Not at all, not at all. I wasn't trying to cause a scene. Those ingredients I selected earlier—I don't need them, so I had to throw them far away!" After saying this, Andrew offered no further explanation. He simply picked up the remaining 800 types of ingredients and dumped them all directly into the medici

She could picture everything quite clearly. “Come on, I’ll show you the actual brewery plant where we’ll be brewing new flavors.” Nathan said and they both headed towards the brew house. Brooke rather liked the rustic style of the whole plant. It was quite ‘Texan’ in look. There were paintings of cowboy culture hung around and the decorations suited the touch.

When she came back out, I told her what I was making, just for conversation that wouldn’t piss her off for a change. “Sounds great. What kind of booze goes best with that?” she asked, still in a bad mood. “Beer,” I said flatly. If she didn’t want to calm down, I wasn’t going to try talking to her. “It’s been a long day and alcohol seems to take the edge off,” she said as she sat down on the stool at the bar and watched as I cooked.

"Tequila? We are not bartenders! Our business is different!" "Our business is money!" Calla shot back, her voice ringing through the room. "And this is how we will make more of it. We will open a brewery. A big one. It will be called 'Sombra de Agave'. It will have a bar. It will be a real, legal business."