Cafe Master Story Recipes Novels & Stories

Come fast. My Master: I'm just coming. Count till hundred. "One, two, three," I started counting. Me: I'm counting. "Four, five, six," I continued counting. My Master: Keep counting, I'm just reaching. I sent him the smiley emoji while still counting merrily. "Eighty-five, eighty-six," I paused, and like always my lips drew up to a huge smile and my eyes twinkled as I saw him entering the cafe, his eyes searching for me.

The attachment was titled: Alpha Jeremiah’s Preference Manual. I clicked it open, expecting a brief list of allergies or meeting styles. Instead, a massive spreadsheet filled my screen. I saw words like ‘vanilla’ and ‘cinnamon’ and ‘dark roast’ scattered across the cells. I realized I was looking at a technical manual for a cup of coffee. The instructions were intense. It wasn't just about the beans. It was about the temperature of the water, the exact ratio of cream to sugar, and the fact that it had to be hand-brewed. No machines.

Flora entered the main house, with Nancy following behind, giving her a lukewarm briefing, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffee, Third Young Master enjoys white coffee, and Fourth Young Master drinks fruit juice..." "Wow! What kind of family is this? Why are there so many members?" Flora silently exclaimed to herself. She hadn't remembered the coffee preferences Nancy had just explained because she hardly ever drank coffee, so she didn't recognize those names.

Michael’s POV The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of KAFÉ VERSE, casting a honeyed glow over the copper espresso machines and the glossy tile floor. I had just finished preparing a caramel macchiato layered like golden marble and a delicate lavender tea, the latter steaming lightly in a porcelain cup with a blue floral pattern. I slid both across the counter to the elderly couple waiting patiently, their eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Here you go," I said, offering a warm smile. "One of our best pairings, if you ask me."

He didn’t text back right away, but I could see he read the message. As soon as school was out, I headed straight for the coffee shop. It was a five-mile bike ride in the opposite direction of the house. After the first 3 miles, I found myself thinking of getting a car. No way was I going to be okay riding my bike form Dmitry’s house. That was at least eight miles. Training was easy. Maci taught me how to make the most basic drinks she had. Americano. Coffee with cream. And a latte. Then she taught me how to make the more popular complicated drinks. Caramel Macchiato. Andies Mint Mocha Frappuccino. Tuxedo Mocha.

Katherine handed Page her cup of coffee as she got into the car beside her. A waft of its sweet aroma danced around her nostrils, causing her to beam. What would I do without her, she smiled. In her hand was exactly what she needed. A cup of Nitro cold brew. She had made it a venti with sugar-free vanilla syrup, mocha sauce, an extra splash of oat milk, caramel sauce-lined cup, three shots of blonde espresso roast, cinammon powder on top with no whipped cream. Page was stressed and Katherine knew that at that time of the day, the higher Page's stress, the more caffeinated her drinks had to be.

My master's voice rang in my ear three times as I went straight to the chef, who smiled softly at me. “Are you the number 30 maid for the young master?" he mocked. I was so shocked to hear that it wasn't funny that I bit my lips in despair. “I’m here for young master, "I finally say to him . “He must be having a good time changing his personal maid-like clothes", he sighed as he handed me over all that was needed to prepare the coffee. I felt bad at the moment because I don’t know how to make coffee. Should I ask him to help me out? I thought, Is it my duty to make the coffee?

Was all Stephie hummed in reply, then she saw to preparing Carter's order, same as from the previous night. Heated milk, a dash of cinnamon, and a sprinkle of sugar. Placing the cup in a holder, Stephie grabbed her purse, phone and keys. Placing her personal baseball cap which sported the Cafe's logo on her scalp to shield from the afternoon sun, Stephie left the café and headed towards the center of the city, where the Barlowe Industries Building nearly tickled the skyline in comparison to the other smaller establishments in town.

“Kittens love milk, I allow you to drink mine. You can touch yourself and rub your pussy while sucking me off but you can’t put your fingers in. Only I can do it. Do you understand?” “Yes Master.” “Don’t spill anything or I will make you lick it.” His cook was even more erect than yesterday and it was dripping on the tip. Arya started to rub it a bit with one hand and with the other she was rubbing her pussy just as the Master ordered her. Today she licked her lips before she swallowed his cook and licked it up and own loosening her throat in a moment her Master started moving his hips and with his hands on her head he was giving her a mouth fucking. It was hard to breathe, still she felt ev

Cynthia looked at Carlo with more suspicion when she heard him called Third Master, she remembered that the person who took Carlo away also called him Third Master. Carlo's eyes were cold as he said, "Come in." Debby cowered in fear at the sight of the third young master's eyes that looked like he was about to eat someone, and carried the porridge to Cynthia and said warily, "Miss Cynthia, please eat some food." Cynthia looked at Debby and then at Carlo, took the bowl of porridge and ate it, it was sweet glutinous rice porridge with red beans in it and it warmed her heart.