Cannon Mine Coffee Novels & Stories

I was constantly being sucked into his gravity. I was up the next morning before Caden's alarm had even gone off. I hurried across the street to the little coffee shop. "What's your sweetest drink?" I asked. Caden had a known sweet tooth that guaranteed he'd drink it. "Probably the raspberry white chocolate mocha." "I'll take one of these and a drip coffee, no cream."

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

Sakeena nodded thoughtfully " I think it would be cool. I like that color " " but don't you girls think we should go for mint green? I feel that alot of occasions that had been holding, that onion color is kind of too common. Why don't we go for a different color but that is if the bride is cool with it though " rahama suggested as she looks at sakeena for response Badiyya agreed with rahama " yeah you're absolutely right. Last week a friend of mine got married and that same onion colour was the colour of anko they actually picked. I think we should go for the mint green too" she said thoughtfully

“It’s quite good. I don’t know much about wines, but my sommelier tells me this is a particularly good vintage.” Again, obediently, Raven sipped. Damn it. It really was a really good wine. The best she’d ever had at least. As she placed the glass back on the table, she had a sudden flash of herself in exactly that spot, begging for more as he’d fucked her brains out of her head. She shivered. “Are you cold?” he asked, giving nothing away. “No. Just embarrassed.” “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Miss Cannon. You’re a very good fuck, I assure you.”

Thirty minutes later We pulled up in front of Caffé Noire—a monument of caffeine and capitalism nestled in the upper district of Manhattan. The kind of place where: The coffee comes with edible gold flakes, Everyone pretends to write novels on MacBooks, And if your espresso isn’t hand-poured by a Colombian barista named Mateo, it’s considered offensive. Outside, Illana stood there—gawking. Literal jaw-drop. Neon hair clashing wildly with the rose-gold accents of the coffee shop window.

After everything he had been through, he needed this break to bask in the love and miracles around him. Abel raised his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, failing to hide the scrunching of his nose. He groaned, looking at Ashlyn. "I miss Kass' coffee." Abel sighed. "Mila found this special decaf blend at the market and refuses to let me drink any of the good stuff," he pouted, placing his cup to the side of the screen. Ashlyn covered her laugh with her hand. She's just looking out for you, Ashlyn answered, knowing that she would have done the same had she been in Mila's position. Anything that might help to prolong his life for just a little longer was worth trying.

It tasted like caffeine. *****************

I opened the car and entered. The cabman's eyes widened seeing the gun in my hand, I slid it down my pants, "Let's get the fuck out of here." *** I took to the beautiful city, there were cute churches and little souvenir shops. I stopped in front of a coffee shop and walked in. "Salamalekum'." A guy at the counter greeted me. "Latte please," I said, pulling out my purse to give him my card. "Don't worry, I'll pay." A deep monotone voice said behind me.

FOUR YEARS LATER!! * “Alpha,” A man entered the office and started coughing because of the amount of smoke in the room. He waved his hand, closing the door behind him. He reached near the window and opened it first before speaking about why he was there. “Celebrating your breakup anniversary with Tiara, huh?” Zahir asked, looking at his Alpha, who had no idea how many cigarettes he had already consumed. “So, what have you decided, Wylder? Going to choose someone as pack’s Luna or getting a breeder for pack’s Alpha new heir.” With that, Zahir coughed because of the smoke.

The brown-headed girl says, keeping her head down like she will get in trouble if she looks at me. "I want a coffee. We already know what we want to eat, so we will all have the two eggs with bacon plate with a side of toast. and cinnamon buns." The older-looking guy says, speaking for everyone at the table. The other guy sitting there doesn't say anything but keeps smiling at me like he is high.