Tempest Of Tea Novels & Stories

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

She was catalyst, not center; a spark caught between flint and steel. She should have felt used. Instead she felt powerful. She reached for her wine at last, swirling it, watching the surface tremble like it had its own heartbeat. “I don’t mind storms,” she said quietly. “But I do require they don’t pretend to be blue skies.” Both men froze. Ethan exhaled first — like someone had handed him truth wrapped in velvet and blade. Damian’s eyes darkened, interest deepening into hunger for the kind of complication that ruined simple men.

“I’ll make tea. After all, it takes more than a kind heart to heal the wounds of the flesh.“ Mattie stared at Abigail for a second, then shook her head. A year ago, Abigail has started taking tai chi, which she cleans, had brought her greatest spiritual enlightenment. Now every other sentence out of her mouth sounded like something street from a fortune cookie. “Yes, good idea,” Mattie finally said. “Now—“ “Hey,” Lucy interrupted. “What’s the Kama Sutra?”

She collected the tea, but its odor wasn’t smiling at her, and she quickly took it away. “What’s this?” She questioned. “It’s an energy tea. I got it at the store. You are weak, and you need it. Just drink it.” He said, appeasing. She hissed and placed the tea on the floor. She pointed to the tea disgustedly and voiced out. “How can you tell me to drink this?” “It smells horrible. If I drink this, I might not open my eyes again.” She uttered. "It's fine if you won't drink it, But Tasha, must I force you?” He inquired.

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.

My parents hugged both Carla and I next, then my brother and his wife. The hugs kept coming until Carla stepped away to a room in the venue to get ready for the reception and the guests matched to the reception room. AUTHORS note: You might have notice a change in the book title to 'Sweet Tempation', its still thesame book. There is also changes in the names of main charaters, its still thesame book. Sorry for the confusion and inconvenice.

She curls into me, crawling deeper into my lap. “Can we just pretend we’re still mated” she whispers, tugging at my shirt. She seemed so small, like she did after Audrey disappeared. She seemed like a pup, her fingers curling around my shirt. Her body shook lightly, me feeling my shirt becoming wet as tears started to soak the material. "Yeah, um sure" I whispered, taking her scent in. The mating pull was continuously making me want to take her back, love her, mate her once again.