Cannon Mine Coffee Novels & Stories

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to sulk the day away?” “I think you know which I’d prefer, but I also know you’re not going to let me stay silent and grumpy, so talk it is,” I say. “Try Caffe Amor. It’s a new coffee place on the bottom floor. They have the most amazing cappuccinos,” the makeup artist says as she caps the eyeliner she was just using. “Ooh, cappuccinos! Let’s go,” Sharon says, lacing her arm through mine and pulling me off the stool.

“The Rise and Fall of Bean Dynasty.” “Oh, for the love of—” “Actually,” Landon said, scrolling, “one of the comments says, ‘I’d still buy coffee there. This place has drama and caffeine.’” Max blinked. “Wait. They want to come here?” Landon shrugged. “People love disasters with foam.” Max’s gears started turning. “You know, if we lean into this…” Landon groaned. “Don’t say it.” “Limited edition drinks,” Max continued. “We call it The Bean Reaper Blend.”

The first thing his eyes saw was the flash of a camera as they climbed down from the elevator, the news ran fast in that country. At last the great Nathan Jackson Hamilton had left the bachelorhood to be committed to a monkey of just 18 years, nine years younger than him. He squeezed the older man's hand a little avoiding the cameras at all costs, they wanted to take pictures. However, Nathan had noticed how pale his boy was so he decided not to let anyone else touch him or see his face. Quickly, he still entered fast food service and had him give him the area farthest from the entrance to sit down to eat.

“Do you remember how much effort I put into securing that deal? Do you know how many dinner events I attended and how many strangers’ hands I shook? Do you know how much alcohol I drank with a smile on my face? “If you end the contract now, the Council’s reputation will not be the only problem. Have you thought about the patients waiting for that medicine? Are they supposed to wait for death? I hope you have not lost your judgment because she is crying.” My words struck a nerve. Jonah pulled a card from his suit pocket and threw it at me. “It is only eight hundred thousand. I will compensate Sapphire’s losses myself. Now, can you be quiet?” The solid card hit my collarbone and left a bright

But it's hard not to wonder, especially when you're about to fake-marry the guy. Deciding that caffeine would be the answer to my swirling thoughts, I ducked into a nearby coffee shop — 'Brewed Awakenings.' I couldn't resist its cheeky name and the promise of a heavenly dose of caffeine. Maybe a jolt of espresso would clear my head. Because, seriously, developing feelings for your fake fiancé?

"Can I just have the coffee powder, please?" A devious smile crossed her face. "Coffee beans are always harvested fresh in the Quicksilver pack." I could hear small laughter from the other omegas, but right now, I can't leave without getting that coffee. "How do I get it?" More laughter followed, and I couldn't help wondering what was so funny. "There's a coffee farm at the back of the building." She said. "If I were you, I'd find my way there before nightfall." I nodded and left the kitchen, not before hearing a voice behind. "Such a dumb bitch."

Jack rushed towards us “Yes. You can have it” I handed him the last donut “Wait” he turned to Rickon “Are you eating that?” “What does it look like?” Rickon took another bite “You told me it tasted like shit” Jack gasped dramatically making me laugh “Is that their coffee too?” His eyes widened as if he was seeing the most shocking thing ever “You only drink hand-ground coffee beans imported from Panama” Jack said “That is definitely not from Panama" I laughed “Get over it” he glared at Jack

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.

"Send two alive and one butchered, then." "Yes boss."

“We didn’t?—” “Coffee?” he interrupts, setting his briefcase on the table before grabbing the pot, which none of us have touched yet, off the far counter. Though the basket of individually wrapped muffins and stack of oranges and bananas are tempting, my guts are too unruly to handle food. “These are freshly ground beans from Sea Glass. Amazing stuff, you have to try it.” I give Adriana a squinty glance. She cringes, mouthing, He can be oblivious, sorry, at me. Turning in my chair, I flash a tense smile at Jonah.