Coffe And Vanilla Novels & Stories

As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla" Even though it's a low whisper, it's audible enough but Coco says "You have to be louder, Mel" He bites hard on his lips, his mitten clad hands clapping softly as he repeats the word "Vanilla" My heart does another flip, and I look around the boys, but no one seems a bit jealous. In fact, they looked like they expected nothing less. "Good!" Coco says "Now, you gotta pick who else has to play" He doesn't look up "C-Cream"

"Not one ounce of guilt, eh?" I caved. "Okay fine. I maybe might have doubled the time at the gym to work off the ice cream because of guilt, but it's worth it." Levi slid one of the cups towards me. "I got you coffee. I didn't know what type of coffee you like so I got a vanilla bean." I shook my head and wrinkled my nose at the smell. "No thanks. I hate coffee, Levi." I giggled. "But, it was a really nice thought."

"How did this even start, Bells?" Amy asks as she sips on her coffee in our favorite café. It's this cute littlr place that makes you feel like home. It's not like Starbucks or Mcdonalds. It's a small family café, with all homemade cookies and home brewed coffee. "I don't really know, honestly. It just happened one day and we never stopped after that." I reply, thinking about the day we started all this. "Details!" She nearly shouts as she pokes me. "I want some dirty details, girl."

‘Will talk to you again, bye. Irina: ‘Bye, Jamia.’ I grabbed the tall half full cup of iced coffee and positioned the white thin paper straw into my mouth. I sipped from the cup and tasted the sweet white whip cream on top of the coffee and then came the light taste of coffee with a combination of vanilla sweetness into my mouth. I put down the cup, and continued to fastly hit the letters from the laptop keyboard with my stick thin fingers. I added about three to five sentences in a paragraph.

I asked. Marley smiled at me. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Do you have anything other than tea?” “Hmm, I have coffee. But no decaf. Oh, wait. I can make hot cocoa,” I offered. She bit her lip. “Do you have marshmallows?” Her sweetness was so endearing. “I do, fancy ones, in fact.” “Fancy ones? What are fancy marshmallows?” “Ones made with vanilla beans for the really bougie clients,” I said through a chuckle. “So, hot cocoa with fancy marshmallows?”

“I could’ve ordered for myself.” “Sure,” she says, her grin widening. “But you would’ve picked something boring, so I saved you the trouble.” Minutes later, her drinks arrive, each one as extravagant as her descriptions. The vanilla frappuccino is crowned with a mountain of whipped cream, caramel drizzle cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. The matcha frappuccino boasts a vibrant green hue, its whipped cream piled high and adorned with a web of chocolate drizzle. Beside them, my cold brew sits quietly, a splash of oat milk swirling in its depths—a minimalist contrast that feels almost laughable next to her sugary masterpieces.

Joel said, "Well, let's stop chatting already. You should go make the coffee now. I'm afraid that you'll get scolded if you keep dawdling here." Vanessa did not dare to delay any longer and hurriedly went to the pantry to make coffee. After she was done, she brought it to Julien's office. Seeing that he was buried in his work, Vanessa unconsciously said, "It's not that good to drink too much coffee, especially with an empty stomach."

he nudges me when we try the cake. It’s not a real wedding, we should just pick any flavors and roll with it, still, I try the dark chocolate and espresso. It is the best in my opinion, but Ivan spits it out quickly. “We’ll go with Vanilla bean and champagne.” I say finally, not sure there was enough space in my stomach for any more tasting. “Since it comes in different tiers, we could do that, Dark chocolate espresso, and Pistachio one.” Ivan says, surprising me. He was taking this seriously, very unlike what I expected from him.

She had felt it for a week now, but the feeling was stronger now. The coffee pot hummed to life as she pressed the buttons. Zeke had the fanciest coffee machine she’d ever seen. It was a good thing she had worked in a coffee shop with a temperamental espresso machine, or she would have never been able to figure out how to work the dang thing. In just a few seconds, Blair had a cup of steaming coffee complete with foamed milk and just a dash of vanilla. It was heaven in a cup.

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".