Something's Brewing Too Novels & Stories

Once that was done, he dumped all the ingredients into the pot, turned on the gas, and started brewing them into a liquid. Chase also infused his vital energy into the pot during the brewing process. After some time, a small explosion was heard, and countless cracks appeared on the clay pot.

Much to Jenny’s surprise and she-hated-to-admit-it pleasure, “Red Wine For Breakfast “became an instant ratings hit. All week long, bottles of domestic and imported red wines were being sent to her and Johnny by the caseload along with phone calls and faxes from all over their listening area. Unfortunately for Jenny, her former supporters were now encouraging her to agree to Johnny’s proposal. They were all going to be in for a shock tomorrow morning, and none would be more surprised than Mr. King himself if Jenny’s plan was a success.

The fourth must have beer. "Okay..." Dylan opened the fourth pot and took a sniff. "This is water..." "Huh! Are you sure?" "Yes... It hasn't smell..." "It could be wine." Dylan looked at him in utter horror. "Okay…" he took another cup, the pot and held them both up, "look!" Dylan poured water into the cup and Archie stared at him. Archie looked away and squeaked. "What do they want us to do in a tight place like this? Without beer?"

"Can you stop messing around?" 'He should at least use a cauldron to refine elixirs? Who would use a porcelain bottle as a substitute? Isn't that bullsh*t?'

The liquid in the bright red Heavenly Cauldron was bubbling like a hot oil pan, crackling and popping. After half a month of time, all the Eighth Grade herbs had been completely boiled down into liquid. Severin's eye sockets were a little red. He stared at the cauldron without blinking, his spiritual sense did not dare to be distracted, for fear of accidentally causing the cauldron to explode.

he said while handling me the small glass jar with fruit shake. I examined the two of them as my brother handed Ms. Xiu the fruit shakes that he made. "I didn't know you have a talent in mixing beverages," Abbigael said to Brent while still blushing. "It's his hobby," I said to Abbigael. "Is there something you want to tell me, Brent?" I said and he almost choked when I asked him while he was drinking his fruit shake. "Uhm, no. Nothing," he said offensively. "Really? How about you Abbigael?" I asked her but she replied, "I'm done with the measurements,"

Lincoln asked from behind us, he too didn’t trust Russell at all, whilst I looked disgusted at the purple liquid in my hand. “Lucky for us, the poison may take no time at all to kill somebody but brewing it, especially, in an uncontrolled environment takes around two hours. We have plenty of time before that poison will remotely be ready.” Russell explained going about his business with the other brew he was making, he was hoping to pour that into The Death Watcher that Samual was making to prevent it from being as toxic. “Couldn’t he have brewed it before as it takes so long?” I asked bringing the purple liquid up to my nose and taking a sniff, the smell as pungent as the taste, I will neve

She held a cup of cider she wasn't drinking, her eyes tracking the pavilion's crowd with the vigilance of an Anchor who felt her charge's ley lines even when they weren't visible. Emberlyn crouched beside a portable brewing apparatus, her cornrow braids sparking with bioluminescent static, her glasses fogged with the steam of something that bubbled and hissed and smelled of possibility. She didn't look up as I approached. She never did when she was working, too deep in the concentration that made her brilliant and fragile in equal measure.

APRIL I watch as Diablo pours half the steaming contents of the pan into a mug, then adds cocoa, sugar, and finally a splash of bourbon. The rich smell fills the air. He stirs it once before handing it to me. “Try that,” he says. I take a cautious sip, the warmth sliding down my throat, the taste sweet and smoky. “Damn, that’s good,” I say, feeling the alcohol hit me faster than I expected. “You’re full of surprises.”

I zoom in, scrutinizing every frame of the footage. My eyes flicker away for a moment, but the next instant, they snap back to the screens, And that's when I see it, a dark omen on the horizon: Jeremy pouring Brielle a glass of wine, I know her weakness for fine wine, and my instincts scream warning. I'm praying she's got enough sense to decline that drink.