Bunny Coffee Novels & Stories

I returned with a half-smile, “Nice to meet you, Corby. Make yourself at home.” “Wow Fen, look at you go, having your first friend since we moved here,” he sounded like a soccer mom as he surfaced with drinks in hand. “Yay, the power of friendship saves the day! How thrilling,” I sarcastically replied. He brushed my comment aside, “Here’s our coffee. I put in something special for this rare occasion,” dad placed our white mugs on the table. “Mmm, hazelnut. How did you know it’s my favorite?” Corby took a whiff.

“Okay, so I do have a list.” “She finds a new coffee shop,” I tell Holly. “Then she tries every single coffee on the menu. Then she stops going, and finds another one. It’s why she only ever goes to a chain when they have a new recipe out. And she buys coffee for home that I’ve never even heard of. Goat-digested and weasel-chewed.” “Monkeys, not weasels,” Francesca corrects me. “And its civets, not goats. That’s why it’s called Monkey Coffee and Civet Coffee.”

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.

he retorted in an irritating tone, “I don’t want the world finding out I am blind” “No one is finding out, I am tired of having to sit in your office everyday okay? I want you to get well and come back, America needs you” The two of them were still talking when the soft knock on the door reached them and Bunny sauntered into the room with a tray in his hand. “Good morning ma’am, good morning boss” he greeted the two of them as he bowed slightly, “the madam has sent tea for you ma’am and some herbal tea for the boss”

Their shifts start after or before their school schedules. This café is famous not only because the foods and drinks taste delicious but also because the students that are working there are handsome. First is Brent, the snob. Then his baby bunny William. Followed by the group's clown, Miko, and of course, the beautiful one in their group, Gulf.

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

Alex and Riley nodded like they didn’t notice how I nearly tripped over my own words, because they were busy arguing about bunny names. “I’m thinking Popcorn,” Riley said, licking marinara off her thumb. “It’s got bounce.” Alex made a face. “That’s a snack, not a name.” “It’s cute,” she shot back. “And bunnies are cute.” “Nugget,” Alex said firmly, pointing his slice at her. “Simple. Classic. Perfect for a round little rabbit.” “Why are you naming my future pet?” “Because you clearly can’t be trusted with naming rights if you’re going with Popcorn.”

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"

What a surprise. “ Mommy? Maria is open “ mouthed. At the same time, he expects some kind of response from his mother. I take slow sips of coffee; It is delicious, perhaps lighter than I normally like, but has a slight brownish touch. This is better than watching a kingpin movie. Bullets are cool and bold words. And the only one with the rifle is Ina. “ You're the most prodigal woman I know, ”Virginia replies and takes another sip of her coffee from a very colorful white mug with a red heart design on it and handles with tiny hearts.

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.