Novel & Cerita Before The Coffee Gets Cold Series Order

After Mr. Tucker said that, I had no choice but to endure the freezing air for the entire morning. I shivered nonstop, my teeth chattering. When noon finally arrived, I went downstairs to buy some cold medicine. As I passed the coffee machine, I barely raised my hand. I wasn't even touching it when it suddenly sprayed scalding coffee at me, just like in my last life. I tried again and again, cautiously reaching out. Every time my hand got close, the machine would fire with uncanny precision, splashing boiling coffee onto the back of my hand.

She picked up her own mug, turned toward the window, and looked out at the grey morning sky. “Sera” “You should drink your coffee before it gets cold.” Silence filled the kitchen. Long and thick and strange. She heard him stand. Heard the familiar sound of his shoes against the hardwood, the same sound she had woken up to for four years, that she had found comforting, that now felt like a countdown. She hears him pause somewhere behind her. She did not turn around. The front door opened. It closed. And Sera Calloway stood alone in the kitchen of the home she had tried so hard to make warm, fingers wrapped around a mug that was growing colder by the second, and stared at nothing at all.

"I thought I'd see you here again. But you don't even want to see me anymore." *** "Why did it get cold so fast?" muttered Vivi as she lifted her glass of cold coffee. She didn't realize how long she daydreamed in her dining room chair that the coffee she had brewed with boiling water was now cold. Vivi took a sip of her coffee, but only a little, because then she pushed the glass away from her mouth, accompanied by a little cry. "This is not good. The cold coffee just leaves a bitter taste." Vivi placed the glass before her but was stunned to realize what she had just said to herself.

Ellie's POV: My eyes felt heavy as I began to stir. I could feel a cold hard floor beneath me and a distant dripping sound was echoing around me. It slowly started to register that I wasn't in bed or anywhere that seemed familiar. I tried to blink my eyes open, only for them to feel sore to the touch and blurry. Just as I tried to move my hands to rub the blurriness away from my eyes, I could feel they were trapped, bound behind my back with cold, thick chains.

So she ignored him. "Don't you know the rules? I'm your elder." Henry rebuked her. "Who doesn't know the rules?" Jared's voice suddenly came. Chloe was the first to get to her feet, followed by Henry, who also stood up slowly. He then glanced at Nicole and found that she had not gotten up yet. Just as he was about to reprimand her, Jared interrupted. "The coffee is getting cold, right?" "Yeah, if you'd come back a little later, it would have been completely cold," Nicole said.

"No. If I stay here, the head will spin." She didn’t insist. She just held out a cup to me. The heat of the coffee against my hands was the first thing I felt alive since the burial. I drank slowly, letting the bitters clear my throat. But the metallic taste was still there, hidden in some corner of the tongue. Blood and coffee. Two things that seemed to go together lately. We left shortly after. The road to the cafe was short, but that morning it seemed longer. The trees around still had the gray color of fog. The river followed meekly, as if it had witnessed nothing. Everything around was too innocent. I was not.

The coffee was hotter than the first one, since the first one she had made seemed not to affect him, and now he wanted her to drink it. "Time, Ixora," he said, bringing her back to reality. She stared at him, then at the piping-hot coffee she had in her hand. She picked up the cup, bringing it closer to her lips. The hotness emanating from the coffee brought sweat to her face. Just before the cup could touch her lips, she loosened her hold on the cup, and a shattering sound followed next with the contents spilling onto the marbled floor. She stepped back with a jerk.

She takes the coffee and tastes it. - Didn't she tell you how I like my coffee? - I... - You shut up when I'm talking to you. This coffee is too sweet, and it's cold! Go get me a decent coffee. - Yes, ma'am. I take the coffee and leave her office. She is truly unbearable! I think I'm going to give up before the deadline.

The coffee had gone cold on the counter, untouched. And somewhere, far below their apartment a black car waited at the corner engine idle, tinted windows reflecting nothing.

Lucy sat down beside her, pressing a cup into Adriana's hands. She thanked her and took a sip, waiting for the familiar rush that only a good cup of coffee could bring. The rush, unfortunately, was more of fizzle and she sighed heavily. Just her luck, the first cup of coffee back in civilization and it was a dud. Resignedly, she continued to drink the beverage, wondering if it was the fever that was making the coffee taste different or if the upscale coffee chain had managed to mess up one of her favourite drinks.