Before The Coffee Gets Cold Series Order Novels & Stories

I put on the softest, warmest pajamas I could find and decided I ought to try and walk off the migraine, if that were even possible. “Coffee. I need coffee.” I muttered to myself as I came into the pack house kitchen. I stretched to reach the mugs and started the pot. It was much too early for anyone else to be awake, the sky was still a dim blue-grey and the sun was only beginning to peek out across the horizon. Early winter frost cling to the ground, hugging each piece of grass and tree branch. I grabbed my coffee cup and meandered into the front room, wrapping myself in a blanket on the window seat, settling back into the creaky wooden frame. I watched in silence as the sun painted the sk

PRESENT DAY... As agreed upon the night before, Mia was the one to provide the coffee. She carefully selected the beans from her favorite local roastery, ensuring they were fresh and aromatic. The rich scent filled her kitchen as she ground them, heightening her anticipation for the morning ahead. It wasn’t just about the coffee—it was about the quiet significance of the gesture. She wanted the first thing Erik tasted that morning to be something she had chosen, something that carried a part of her. As she poured the dark liquid into a thermos, she imagined his reaction—the way his lips would curve into that familiar, thoughtful smile, the same one that had always made her heart stutter, eve

Perhaps a cup of coffee to kickstart my system. I heated the leftover coffee in the pot and poured it into a cup, adding full cream and sugar. Taking a slow, cautious sip, I winced at the slight burn on my tongue. Goodness, it was piping hot. I diluted it with cold water and tasted it again, nodding at the warmth. The peaceful silence enveloped me as I prepared to ascend the stairs, but the sound of a shower running in Luciano's room caught my attention.

I say, as he makes his way towards the door. The door quietly closes behind him and I quickly make a coffee as I turn the TV on. Unfortunately, Pretty Little Liars is not on at the moment but the channel is playing Gilmore Girls reruns. The second the coffee touches my lips, I let out a sigh of relief. Before I know it, I have drained the first mug and make a second. I stir in the chocolate and lay the strawberries on top, trying to pretend that it was something that Donna had made. I quickly make my way through the porridge, enjoying the warmth of it spread through my body. Once finished I settle into my pillows with the last of the coffee in my mug, the warmth of it spreading through my ha

I should've known Caleb would find the gap. Three PM. Campus coffee shop. I'd made the mistake of surfacing for caffeine, and I was standing at the pickup counter when an iced vanilla latte appeared in front of me – extra shot, light ice. My exact order. The one I'd been making since freshman year. "Thought you could use this." Caleb. Warm smile. Concerned eyes. His own coffee in hand, positioned casually, like he'd just happened to be here at the same time I was. Which was a coincidence in the way a shark turning up where you're swimming is a coincidence.

CHAPTER 10: THE TRUTH COMES OUT SERA'S POV The coffee was perfect. I sipped it slowly, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching my mother move around my apartment like she belonged there. She'd found the coffee maker without asking. Found the mugs. Made me a cup exactly the way I liked it with cream, no sugar, as if fourteen years of separation meant nothing. As if she'd always known. I was halfway through my second sip when I glanced at the clock on the microwave.

A couple minutes later, our order of two cheesecakes, a cup of cold brew for Grey and a frappuccino for me, arrived. Then the nonstop nostalgia assault began.

You smell like money, decay, and something dead. The smile disappeared from Kian’s face completely. "And one more thing." I set my coffee cup down gently before delivering the final blow. "I know Isabel wasn’t the only one. "There was that intern named Kaylynn Gaines five years ago. "Then Leila Alston from the bar three years ago. "And last year, your client’s secretary, Rylee Hoover. "You really thought you hid everything perfectly? I knew about all of them." Kian’s eyes widened. He looked like he’d just been struck by lightning. His body collapsed weakly against the chair.

Albert's POV --- I arrive at 1:55. Earlier than necessary. The café sits on a quiet Brooklyn corner, tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore with faded paperbacks crowded into the window. Inside, the tables bear years of scratched initials and coffee rings polished smooth by time. Every time the front door opens, a ribbon of cold air slips across the floor before disappearing beneath the smell of roasted beans. I order coffee and take the table nearest the window. The cup arrives almost immediately. I wrap both hands around it without drinking.

Melina sure was very stubborn, and I loved it that way. I realized that I still hadn't touched the cup of coffee on my desk brought by the weird maid. She was persistent about me drinking the coffee. Waving her off. I walked to the coffee table and took a cup of coffee just to see it was already cold. Freezing, actually. I realized I must have left the air conditioner on, that's why it got so cold. I couldn't drink the coffee as it was cold, and it was too late to call someone to make another for me.