Tea Novel Novels & Stories

Disheartened she just prayed that she finds something or the other is in the bedside drawer. When she opened the drawer the first thing that she saw was a gun. Isabella did not even touch it or try to lift it because she had seen enough of thriller movies to know that you could surely get your fingerprints on that and she didn't want anything like that to happen. though she gasped when she saw it for the first time, she scolded herself mentally like what was she expecting in the mafia leaders drawer.

he thought to himself, feeling a bit out of his depth. Rowan, now playing the role of a gracious host, poured some tea for Danial before taking a seat across from him. The tea’s aroma was rich and inviting, though Danial couldn’t quite place the scent. As Rowan sipped his tea, Danial followed suit, hoping to calm his nerves. The tea was a curious blend, bitter at first but leaving a sweet aftertaste. Danial had never tasted anything like it. What he didn’t realize was that the tea was incredibly expensive, a delicacy that few outside of the elite could ever hope to enjoy.

He bowed after taking the order. The pink hair boy worker serves the tea at the center table. He moves gracefully while pouring hot water in white teacups. Nero stares at the boy because of its perfect etiquette in serving the guest. He then bowed politely without making eye contact and left. Elise smells the familiar scent of the cinnamon tea she always drinks in her world. She got the cup and quickly tasted it. Elise can't help but smile, remembering when she often works overtime and drinking tea was her only consolation. The taste is sweet, different from what she liked. Elise personally prepared bitter tea. It gives a calm feeling that helps her think fast and finish her job efficiently.

A few drops of tea spilled onto the saucer. "Sorry, Miss," the girl muttered almost inaudibly. Her big dark eyes avoided Tessa’s gaze. She seemed nervous, even scared. For the first time at Hawthorne Estate, someone acted like that around her. Usually, Tessa got looks full of disgust or judgment. "It’s fine," Tessa said, too lost in her own self-pity to care about the small mistake. The rich smell of tea rose from the cup. Tessa held the handle with fingers still slightly trembling from the leftover anger. She lifted the cup to her lips, craving the warmth, the normalcy promised by such a simple drink. A little comfort amid the chaos in her heart.

Just then, the door opened again, and Tina entered, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea. Her hands trembled slightly, but she kept her composure, setting the tray down gently on the table beside her mistress. "Here you are, Luna," Tina said softly. She kept her voice respectful but it was polluted by her nervousness. Katelyn ignored her shivering maid and accepted the cup, only pausing to inhale the fragrant steam before taking a sip. The warmth spread through her, soothing her nerves and clearing her mind. She moaned. “Yes. This is just what I needed."

And for a reason that they are in front of each other, but with different thoughts in mind. "This is butterfly pea tea, right?" Enzo asked, breaking the silence between them. Alesteria nodded, "Yes." "Is this your favorite?” "No." "Oh, then what is?" Alesteria was quiet for a moment, as if she was thinking whether to lie or reveal the truth to Enzo who is smiling at her as if it was just a casual meeting between them. She sighed before answering. "...Chamomile." "Hmm." Enzo was satisfied with her answer, taking note of it, as Alesteria slightly shakes her head and leaned back on the sofa with her arms crossed.

The tea was loose-leaf, something he'd found at a shop in the East Village, a blend that had notes of bergamot and something else Alexander couldn't identify. They sat at the island and drank tea and said nothing about the study or the notebook or the two filled pages or the four words on the inside back cover, and it was entirely ordinary and Alexander was entirely certain.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

The kids are playing at a safe distance from us. "So what brings you here to see me?" I ask as the staff drops a tray of tea in front of us. I take up the cup and sniff it. "I heard that this tea was imported from Nepal," I say, and she looks shocked. She did think I was an ordinary girl who knew nothing about things like this.

She stared in confusion, not understanding what Aiden was doing. "Th ... this?" "Make tea with these leaves!" "Is ... is that so? alright, I'll make some delicious tea!" Isn't this a good thing? who would have thought that a cold-blooded killer asked his prey to make tea for him. Of course, Aiden didn't do it because he liked her, it was just a device to investigate how this girl could have the same scent as the members of the Lithonia royal family. Aiden sat at the window, looking up at the sky. Nathania was ready with her tea and she intended to serve it with the cake she brought so Aiden could taste it.