Before The Coffee Gets Cold Series Order Novels & Stories

I’d spent a lot of time over the past few weeks thinking about the small things because if she didn't want to see me again, I wanted to make sure I would never forget. I lifted the cup of coffee up to my mouth and took a large drink of lukewarm coffee. I’d been standing on the cold balcony for so long that my coffee was in that weird, awkward stage between fresh brewed and iced. I dumped the remains of the cup into a small planter on my balcony and returned back inside.

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

He could feel her presence even before she appeared in the doorway. She leaned quietly against the frame, watching him with the same intent curiosity she always carried, her pale braid draped across one shoulder as the morning light traced the faint edges of her form. “You always do this first?” she asked. Ben poured the water into the kettle. “Coffee comes before civilization,” he said. Her lips curved slightly. For a few minutes, they stayed like that, talking easily while the kettle heated and the rich smell of coffee filled the kitchen. Then Ben made the mistake.

"Two almond milk, one decaf, one no cream, and all of them hot. Bring them to the Grand Arcadia ballroom in twenty minutes. And do not be late." Evelyn blinked. "I..." Linda was already gone. She did not drink coffee. She barely knew the difference between decaf and no-foam. But there was no time to protest. Evelyn turned on her heel and bolted for the nearest café. The snow had begun to fall lightly, the city blanketed in a dusting of white that made everything slower. Inside the café, she waited behind a long line of people equally desperate for caffeine. When she finally reached the counter and placed her chaotic, six-drink order, she had to carry the tray herself - precarious, clumsy, an

The second time, a collection of essays by a writer I’d mentioned once, in passing, weeks ago, during one of our midnight conversations in the kitchen, I started paying closer attention. By the fourth book I’d stopped pretending it was coincidence. The coffee was harder to explain away too. I’d never told anyone exactly how I liked it, not the temperature, not the exact way I let it cool slightly before drinking because I’d burned my tongue too many times as a teenager to trust anything served too hot. But it arrived that way every morning now, already cooled to precisely the point I preferred, without me ever having said a word about it to anyone in this house. “Did you say something to Hel

Before she could gather her wits and speak, Serena gestured smoothly to the bartender, a cold smile playing on her lips. A moment later, a steaming cup of coffee was placed in her hand. The warmth of the cup contrasted sharply with the chill that had settled in Julissa’s heart. A bad feeling crept up Julissa’s spine, sending shivers down her back. Serena swirled the cup gently, and smiled. “This is my treat to you, Miss Hickman. A little token of appreciation for the coffee you made me last time.”

I pondered silently. "I want wine," Stephanie declared, her hands resting on both sides of Jayden's waist. Chuckling softly, Jayden gently declined, "No, sunshine, it's too early for wine." Feeling resigned, I had no choice but to prepare the coffee. After carefully brewing the hot coffee, I carried the mugs to the living room, where I found Stephanie and Jayden cozied up on the couch. As I set the coffee on the table, I made to leave, but before I could make my exit, Stephanie abruptly rose from her seat and spun me around to face her.

- I texted and just like he was waiting for me to text, he replied almost immediately. -“I’m proud of you!”- FLASH BACK Ten years Ago, City Falls. “One cup of Coffee mocha and two cups of black coffee, and double whipped cream,” I wiped the small beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I took the order and proceeded to making it quickly, please remind me again what made me think that this life was an easy life.

"Can you be my permanent roommate? Your coffee skill is badass!" I laughed and wrapped my hands around my own mug. Warmth spread through me; not just from the coffee, but from the quiet support of my friend. After finishing my drink, I stood up. "I should get ready." Ariana smirked. "You sure you don’t wanna sleep for an hour first?" I rolled my eyes. "Too late for that." ********* The morning was cold as I stepped outside, keys in hand. Thank God I'd taken some warming coffee before stepping out.

He went out of the room. She sighed wrapped her saree well and came out of the room. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. The moment he saw her he mouth her indicating coffee. It was the end of the monsoon season as the sun set earlier. It was past 5 of the evening and it was dark outside already. Street lights are already been glowing high on electricity poles at every few distances. She went to the kitchen to make his ordered coffee and trust me these are very rare coffees. She took out a mug and sighed and her hand caresses her left boob. If you are thinking what I wanna say then it is so correct! He wants her breast milk cold coffee. He even knew that boiling breast milk would get ba