Weird Tea Novels & Stories

“He shouldn’t be modest to this level.” I gave a sad little nod. holding back my smirk That’s what you get, nerd. Now your mom’s on my side. And you can’t disobey Mommy, can you? Julia: “You know what? I have a friend who lives down the street. She makes a special tea When you’re home, you’ll make it for him. Even if my fears are true and he has… problems, it’ll be fixed.” Special tea? in other words sexual enhancement tea?

I snort and roll my eyes, before taking another sip. ‘It’s really good tea,’ Cana says happily. ‘Sweet but not overly so, minty and not the least bitter. Seems it has been …’ ‘Shut it, since when are you an expert on tea ?’ I almost roll my eyes again, but quickly take another sip of tea to hide my annoyance. Cana makes one of his weird sounds, ‘Do you think Mr big strong rogue King made it for us himself ?’ I groan and honestly feel like hiding my face in my hands, ‘I said; shut it, weirdo’.

"Brahma Kemala tea, my lady. It's good for relaxation and tranquility." Karina's smile widened as she thanked Poldo, taking a gentle sip of the tea. "Thank you, Poldo." Selena's curiosity was piqued by the mention of the tea. She leaned in, her gaze flickering between Karina and the cup. "Brahma Kemala tea? That's a rather unique choice." Karina held the cup delicately in her hands, a serene smile gracing her lips. "It's a special blend that Viggo introduced me to. It's become quite the favorite."

Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre. "What's in the tea?" Andre asked, holding his hand on a suspended level. "It didn't kill you the first time, you think it will now?" Macklemore teased. "I mean, is it like a truth syrup or some kind of therapeutic stuff?" Andre finally has a sip. "The tea is to help you relax, other than that, it does nothing else. Everything you see when you enter your subconscious is a manifestation of the residual files in your brain, just as our mobile applications contain residual files and cached all piled in the junk folder."

Inside them were dried leaves, powders, and liquids in colors I had never seen before, deep blues, strange golds, and a red so dark it was almost black. "Come in. Sit," Ember said, her voice calm but firm, as though she expected no hesitation. "I just made some green tea, would you like some?" She added before we refused. "It is hot and was made for you two. Do not waste my green tea." "We would love some," I smiled.

I didn't like how being too close to him made me feel—made my body feel. Scrambled eggs. Toasted bread. Bacon. And a cup of tea sat in front of me. "Sorry, I don't drink tea." Roman gave me a look that screamed, You must be fucking with me. The truth is the truth. I wouldn't say I'm allergic to tea, but whenever I drink it—any kind of tea—it makes my body weak. Weird right? I guess my whole body system is weird. "Don't think I'm trying to grate on your nerves." I continued. "Tea makes me sick."

"Didn't you dislike black sugar ginger tea?" "Are you Jessica? Wasn't black sugar and ginger the two things you disliked the most? Didn't you say that black sugar ginger tea was the drink you couldn't stand the most? Oh, you said that black sugar ginger tea cannot be called a drink, it's a dark cuisine!" "Jessica? Could you please tell me about the specific incidents at kindergarten when you were five years old and forgot to wear your underwear, if you haven't been possessed by anyone?"

“Seriously, Gallahan. We’re all capable of growth. Of learning and unlearning things.” As she spoke, she gave a lazy wave of her right hand, causing the baby blue teapot painted with dainty daisies to levitate and began pouring tea into the awaiting teacups of the same design. From the scent that wafted along with the swirling steam, I immediately knew it was lavender with mint. While the tea’s aroma was soothing and nice, I couldn’t say the same for its taste, and I gave no effort in masking my opinion, which showed on my face through a disgusted grimace.

After Isabella left, Theo ordered, "Make me a cup of green tea." His werewolf - like curiosity was piqued, a departure from his usual refined tastes. The servant stood frozen. "Green tea?" In the werewolf - high - society, where expensive and rare brews were the norm, this request was astonishing. Theo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Today, I want to taste green tea. There's a new allure to it that I'm eager to explore."

They’re shaking like crazy. After giving me a once-over, Abertha pours. She dumps a huge spoonful of sugar and a big splash of cream in both of our cups, gives me another look, takes a flask from her pocket, fills our cups to the brim with its contents, and then carefully pushes my saucer across the table. I wrap both hands around the warm china, holding it close to my face so the steam bathes my cheeks and nose. I inhale. Valerian root and whiskey. Everything feels a tiny bit less dire. That’s the power of tea.