Cannon Mine Coffee Novels & Stories

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to escape the suspicion of the Lewd Demon. ‘This is like a suicide mission. I have to leave this company as soon as possible.’ While thinking hard, Kara prepared hot water and a cup. However, as soon as she opened the cupboard, her focus was diverted. The row of jars in front of her were labeled with the names of the days. Black Ivory coffee for Monday, Finca El Injerto for Tuesday, Saint Helena for Wednesday, Hacienda La Esmeralda for Thursday, and Luwak coffee for Friday. The contents of that cupboard cost more than her monthly salary!

Irene asked unhurriedly. Silence ensued, so Irene continued, "You've all been working here for a while, and know each other well enough. I could tell because I've been working here too, and I just have to pay attention from time to time if I want to know you. For example, Raven there likes her coffee pressed, which is made by mixing boiled water and coarse ground coffee beans. It's purer and tastes stronger." Leveling her gaze at the woman sitting on the row to her right, she asked, "Or am I wrong?"

Tyler pushes the drink in front of me and I chuckle taking a small sip. "I am here to have fun, maybe if you are free" I wink, and the idiot smirks biting his bottom lip. "Of course, baby. Have I ever said no to you?" I laugh taking another sip from the drink. Every time I am out here to hunt, I take it as my last day. It's not guaranteed that I will make it out alive, especially when most of the men I hunt are constantly dangerous. I have nothing to live for anyway. "So, is he here, yet?" I get to business and he nods pointing upstairs to the VIP section.

Her elegance and beauty made her a dream to meet. Simply put, the Shadow Moon pack was badass. “That’s pretty wild,” I said. “I assume you want to meet Chanelle Winters?” I asked, knowing my friend a little too well. “That’s right,” he smiled charmingly, unashamed that I had caught on. “You sure are pretty courageous,” I praised him.

The morning coffee at the DUMBO warehouse didn’t arrive in sleek, thermal carafes delivered by a corporate catering service. It was ground by hand in a loud, mechanical burr mill by Kenji, whose supply-chain optimization codes now factored in the precise roasting profiles of small-batch beans from Red Hook. The aroma of dark espresso and toasted chicory cut through the industrial scent of floor wax and soldering flux, creating a heavy, grounding atmosphere that felt entirely distinct from the sterile environment of Vane Tower.

Canna P.O.V. As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

Chapter 5 Of course, the Creeper was giving me a knowing smile....how did they come here before me? Did it take that long for me to get my Venti white chocolate mocha, quad shot, ten pumps of sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, no whip made with almond milk? I always ordered it, and by now, the guys at the coffee store knew me by name, face, and order. They were the only ones who missed me when I was out with the flu. Felt nice when they said, ", Hey, where have you been, long time...or I was starting to get worried you moved".

Clayton grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, letting it hang loose to air dry. Camden lay in front of the crackling fireplace, feeling the warmth slowly seep into her body, her muddy toes peeking out from under the cozy blanket. "Cam?" Clayton called out. "Yeah?" she replied, her voice filled with weariness. "I'm making myself some coffee. Can I make you some hot chocolate?" Clayton offered. "Mmmm... Sounds good," Camden replied. "Well, actually, I'm making myself an Irish coffee, if I'm being honest," Clayton confessed. "It's been one of those days..." he sighed. "And it's only 2 pm..." Camden perked up. "Make it two Irish coffees," She stated, eager to feel the calm relaxation that t

Her nipples were driving him crazy as they looked hard, pointy and ready to be sucked. Why didn’t she wear a goddamn bra? He mentally questioned, as he was already getting a hard on just by staring at those soft and tempting breasts of hers. He hesitantly turned his eyes away from his mate so he doesn’t do something stupid. Christine and Kimberly were finally done making the coffee. Kimberly placed a cup of coffee for both men who thanked her, while Christine placed a large bowl filled with cookies on the island bar before taking a seat on a stool beside her mate, leaving Kimberly with no other option but to sit on the only available one left which was beside Roy. It felt awkward, considerin