Bunny Coffee Novels & Stories

“Enjoy your coffee, Mr. Cole.” His eyes narrowed slightly at the formality, but he didn’t stop her. He just watched as she tied her apron back on and disappeared behind the counter, her heart pounding like she’d just escaped a trap she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape at all. Damian Cole sat alone at the corner table of Sweet Haven, drinking the first cup of coffee he hadn’t hated in years. The cinnamon latte was smoother than he expected, the faint spice lingering on his tongue. The blueberry scone was warm, soft, bursting with flavor.

“And let’s hope James’s backup team gets here before anything does.” Willow's Brew was the busiest café in the area, known for its comfortable place and nice food. The walls were painted in dark color, decorated with paintings of coffee cups and baked food. Soft conversations and the sound of an espresso machine created an inviting and comforting atmosphere. Wooden tables and chairs were arranged neatly, with a few potted plants that made the place to feel like home.

Let’s keep things in peace so she won’t push you away again. *** "It looks like you love coffee, don’t you?" Grace asked after thanking Sean, who brought her a cup of Matcha Latte. "I'm addicted," Sean chuckled. "That little café is the main suspect. I've loved their coffee since I tried it in high school." Grace chuckled. "But their coffee is indeed wonderful. No wonder you got addicted." "You know, right? And their recipe has never changed. I heard they especially import their coffee beans from Vietnam and Indonesia. Too bad you haven't tried their sandwiches. I hope they're not sold out tomorrow."

Mabuti na lang at tinigilan na siya ng baklang manager at hinayaan ng umuwi. Dumaan muna siya sa coffee shop bago dumiretso sa condo. "Thank you," magalang na saad niya nang abutin ang pina-take out na kape. Tumalikod na siya sa cashier upang lumabas sakto namang may pumasok din sa shop at nagtama ang kanilang mga mata.

"By the way, Mr. Baltazar, do you still want to tell me?" he asked politely while Ciel smiled at me. Then I abruptly realize that I still have something to tell him and it's about his coffee. "Oh Yes I still want to tell you something. And this is about your coffee" I said to Ciel who was the reason he approached me and sat next to me at the same time. "Why? Isn't it delicious?" he asked anxiously which was the reason for me to laugh. I saw his face confusedly as he looked at me seriously. "No Ciel, I just wanted to say that I liked the coffee at Tam Yan cafe so I want to tell you that I can be your business partner, and at the same time can you supply coffee to my employees every morning?"

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

’re stupid,” he says sarcastically. “I know.” “Okay, cut the phone.” “Hey, wait, wait, I’ve something important to tell you?” “Okay, tell me quickly, I’m busy.” “I drank the coffee.” “You know you really are stupid,” he says, cutting the phone from his side. She doesn’t get why he gets angry. “Is it for the coffee or his work?” But can she just imagine he has ordered the food and offered it to her? This is just impossible, even in dreams. It’s a lucky day, but she’s totally forgotten to thank him. Seeing her bunny run here and there, she quickly goes near it and takes it into her arm. “Baby, I’m so happy today. You know he’s ordered food for us; let’s eat together,” she says while patting th

Amy and Jacy fell in love with this place at the first day they came to work because they could drink blue mountain coffee which was only available to rich people every day. "Amy, Jacy, how are you doing these days in your duty?" Hazel took a sip of her coffee and asked with a smile. "Very accustomed to it. We like it very much." Amy said with a smile, "The decoration here is fantastic!"

There's a café across from his clinic— one of those sleek, expensive places with tall windows and baristas who treat coffee like an art form. Zsolnay Café. The kind of place where Budapest's elite come to see and be seen. And it seems like a highly unlikely place for anyone planning an assassination. I order a cappuccino and find a table near the back, positioning myself so I can see both the entrance and the street beyond. The coffee is perfect— rich and smooth with that bitter edge that makes everything else seem more manageable.

“I thought as much. I’ve got something just for you.” He waves his hand to our waiter and the door to the private room opens. In walk four of the most scantily clad “bunnies” that I’ve seen above ground. Behind them are a few of The Warren’s staff, dressed with some more clothes, though still not something you could get away without outside of the beach. One handler and two servers bringing the whiskey that Arnold holds in reserve just for The Warren. “I hear that it’s someone’s birthday!” a busty blonde in baby pink rabbit ears and a thong with a cotton tail on her ass says as she makes her way over to me.