Before The Coffee Gets Cold Series Order Novels & Stories

I’d lost count. Young Master Henry was still there. Perched on the same bar stool, sleeves still rolled up, scotch long gone. He hadn’t touched a single cookie. I don’t even know why he’s making me bake so many cookies so early in the morning. “Thirteenth thing,” Young Master Henry said, checking his watch. “Coffee.” I looked up, wrists aching from the mixer. “Young Master, it’s four in the morning.” “I’m aware.” He stood, finally, and stretched. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his shoulders. “French press. Black. No sugar. The beans from Colombia.”

I went back to the place I'd died five times in a row. There were no burn marks inside the apartment and no alloy walls remodeled to look like a bank vault. Everything was exactly the way it had been the very first time I'd entered the game. On the coffee table sat a note and a cup of coffee that was still steaming. It was my favorite order—a latte with 70% sweetness. I walked over. Curiosity pushed me to pick it up and take a sip. The temperature was perfect; even though it had taken me three hours to drive back from the coast, the coffee was still hot.

Lacey mumbled with sadness. “If that is the case, let’s have some girl talk over coffee one last time,” Lana said. Margo nodded. They got up solemnly and walked to the counter. They only had to wait behind two people. Once those customers were taken care of, Lacey and Margo placed their orders. Then it was Lana’s turn. “I’d like to have a vanilla coffee with a splash of hazelnut syrup and please make sure it’s decaf, sugar. I’m with child,” Lana slurred with a fake Southern accent as she waved a Kleenex in the air.

So, I decided to give it a go now that I was in a dire urge to get some coffee in my hand. It was a comfortable shop that looked small on the outside with a small entrance but the inside was huge with a whole section like a library but at the front, there was a small café; it gave off dark academic vibes and was practically the aesthetic on P*******t. I ordered a café latte and took it hot and for takeaway as I walked to the bookshelf. I automatically found myself running to the romance collection. She included one of my favorite book series of all time. THE OFF-CAMPUS SERIES BY ELLE KENNEDY! A literal smile had glowed upon my face. Garett and Hannah were hands down by far my favorite couple

Then a warm smile appeared on his heart-shaped lips, like the belated bid of summer before the autumn came. Ever since he met his first love, all things around him just reminded of Adira. “Okay. One ice Americano, medium and a large roasted hazelnut ice latte,” Geoffrey murmured. He made the order on the computer and got the card from the lady’s hand. “That’s $5, ma’am.” He gave the card back and said. “We will serve the drinks later. Please take seat first.” The lady nodded her head and took a seat on the corner.

The rich smell of coffee wafted in the air and mingled with the scent of books and paper as the ever-capable John brought the warm beverage into the study. He had included sugar as well as milk on the tray, in case any of them felt up to it. “Thanks man, you’re a lifesaver,” said Nico as he gestured to the butler to lay the tray down on one of the tables that didn’t have their computers. He then turned to Ben, who was already dozing off on the papers, and called out to him. “Hey Ben, coffee’s here!”

So I told myself that I could put up with her, and, treading lightly, I took her childish troubles and petty dramas in stride. Today, however, the gods must be against me. It'd been really cold lately. I wore more than three layers of clothing, and the cafe was packed. Many people came in for hot coffee to soothe their souls and hands. Everything was going fine. I didn't even know Sara had shown up at the cafe until I felt an ice-cold latte pouring down my collar at the back. I screamed, the cold seeping right down my back, along with the ice cubes.

Cassidy was nervous the whole morning, she was tired from studying and only got three hours of sleep. Her veins were infused by coffee. A cup of coffee and cream when she woke up, two shots of espresso at eight, a latte by eleven, and now a large ice americano just minutes before two. Any other person would be jittery by now, but Cassidy was used to coffee, she might not bounce around from the caffeine but her eyes and brain were alert for the next couple of hours.

Bonus Scene: Fist Steamy Scene Chapter 17 from Madison’s Point of View The inky blackness of the brewing coffee crept into the pot. The machine’s insistent whir became the heartbeat of the room, while the aroma of ground beans, laced with a whisper of vanilla, enveloped my senses. I adjusted the silky strap of my tank top, which had slipped off my shoulder. It was late, and I had already indulged in a steamy shower before changing into my pajamas.

Canna P.O.V. As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into