Cafe Master Story Recipes Novels & Stories

I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I really couldn't say anything about this. Although we were husband and wife, we were like strangers to each other. I knew the true nature of this marriage clearly. I looked at the study and thought of the black coffee that was made by Laura in the morning, so I asked,”Joan, where are the coffee beans? I want to make him a pot of coffee." Hearing that Joan knew I really wanted to please him, so she took out the coffee beans for me and told me, "Don't add sugar and milk. Young master doesn't like sweet things."

"Great. It's one of our cafe's usuals, but what we really need to work on is the creamy lattes and parfaits. I grow surprised because I recently had them at a cafe Maya took me to, and they were delicious. To think I would be learning how to make them someday. I get a little excited. Knowing where the cups, plates, milk cartons, coffee beans, etc are kept was boring, and so were the mechanical workings of the espresso, but I think I will enjoy learning how to make these now. "What do you want to start with?" He asks, noticing the upliftment of my face. "Parfaits," I answer without hesitation. He turns around. "Let's start with the most ordered drinks on the menu. They are Oreo chocolate and

I felt my wolf’s laughter reverberating in my mind. “I’ll leave a big tip, I promise,” good. “A dozen red velvet cupcakes, two boxes of tiramisu and one cup of vanilla latte.” I paused upon hearing his order. Those were the top products sold in the cafe. How can a man whose friend just recommended this shop know exactly what to order? “I will need you to send that 6pm this afternoon, to this address,” he grabbed the notebook and pen from my hand and wrote down the location. He then rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a bunch of hundreds and placed it on my hand.

The Master had hissed low against my wrist before removing his fangs and swiping his tongue over his bite. The Master then turned, getting up on his knees and facing me. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I melted into him as he pulled me closer and tighter up against him. The Master has been getting me to wear the special dresses again, making me feel like the princess I’m not, but the Master gets annoyed if I am not wearing them when he returns.

"You must promise that you will never again sell yourself into such slavery. Find a job as a cook, marry for love, and raise children whom you will devote your life to." "I promise I will never again sell my body in such a manner," she replied to him breathlessly. Her bosom almost did jump from between her laces before he pulled them back together. It startled her, but only for a split second. Then she startled him by hugging him. She stepped back as though someone had pinched her out of a beautiful dream she had not wanted to leave. "But, Sire," she said cautiously, "Madame will not let me leave just because a hooded man says so."

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

The kitchen island itself had become something—not just a surface but a border, a place where they met in the morning before the day pulled them in different directions. Elijah had the coffee. He'd started making it differently six months ago—not the French press he'd used in Brooklyn, not the complicated espresso setup Alexander had had in the penthouse before, but something in between. A Chemex. The pour-over method took exactly four minutes and required attention but not anxiety. He'd learned it from a barista at the café near the culinary school, the one he went to on the mornings when he needed to be out of the apartment before the day had fully started, and he'd brought it home and pra

my jaw dropped again "he has a twin???" I blinked rapidly "oh heavens.. wait he placed an order?" she gasped "Two cups of coffee!" Aunt replied "c'mon let's hurry!!!" Bexley said as she went into the coffee maker stand "How does he wants it...?" I asked as I joined her "A cup dark, hot, nicely flavored and bitter, then the other very milky and creamy !" she replied as I nodded "oh yes you can Kay make it your best!!" she threw her fist into the air as I rolled my eyes

My blood was boiling now. "You two give me such a headache." I placed my head in my hands, trying to quiet the growing irritation inside me. Master's shoulders shook slightly. Was he laughing? What the hell was happening? "Yet here you are, still entertaining us. Normally you would walk out by now." He countered. He still only furthered my frustration. I use to like the appreciate the Master for his short cut and straight to the point meetings. But since Drake was in here, he seemed to really turn up the teasing. Something I did not appreciate.

He took the ground coffee, measured it using a digital scale according to the amount he needed to make Marie's favourite drink, and then brewed it using an espresso machine. The aroma of coffee quickly spread throughout the room. Without wasting much time, after Marie's favourite drink—Pam Sugar Iced Coffee—was ready, he immediately got up from the kitchen and served it to Marie. “Your drink is ready, My Queen.” Marie turned to him, smiling happily and accepting her favourite drink. "It tastes good. Thanks, Keith." "Anything for you," Keith winked, then sat back in his chair. "After this, do you have any plans--"