Coffee And Vanilla Novels & Stories

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.

Rooh said softly this time after seeing her daughter sadly pouting. Vanessa's obsession for coffee is not hidden from anyone, she loved coffee but because of her stuttering problem doctor had adviced her to stay away from caffeine products because it effects her nervous system and can trigger her stammering more. When a maid saw her drinking coffee she told it to Rooh because all the servants has strict orders of informing Rooh about Vanessa's any wrong moves.

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”

“Fine. I will take a look.” His lips broke into a smile as he nodded. She stepped forward and pulled four cups from the basket she held, setting the spoons on them. My gaze wouldn’t leave them for a while as I took in details of the branding. The cherry-topped one didn't taste bad but it wasn't my taste. The other had a strong stench of alcohol in it. “Not family friendly.” I announced. Finally I narrowed it down to Vanilla, and Tropical mango. “These two should do for now. If it doesn't sell then we cut them off.”

It’ll for sure make me an even better player, I just need to keep my fists to myself and hope some dick isn’t going to try and wind me up on the opposing team. I peel a banana and place it on top of my oats and start to mix it all together and shovel it in my mouth. It tastes good, she’s put something in it. Cinnamon, I think and I’m pretty sure I can taste vanilla too. Whatever it is, it’s out of this world. The coffee machine beeps, and I get up placing my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and pour myself a large coffee and start to drink it. Never a good idea when it’s just brewed, not unless you’re into getting your tongue burnt. Holy shit.

That was what Luca was; a gentleman. Genevieve inhaled deeply, the thick aroma of roasted coffee beans meeting her senses with a warmth she could both smell and feel. She no longer faced the need to carry her jacket in the autumn weather, and also harboured a deep sense of satisfaction from her surroundings... Nothing soothed her further than the taste of roasted coffee beans on the tongue, the aroma that curled down the throat after inhalation. It didn't take long for the pair to make their way through the small cafe, weaving through sporadic, odd clusters of people before the detective finally made his way toward a table, and pulled out a chair, motioning for Genevieve to take a seat.

"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."

Mia must’ve seen that coming across me, as she slid over her drink. “You wanna try it? It’s my father’s vanilla tea recipe.” Her words sounded genuinely caring, like a friend, not an enemy. Her smile confirmed that feeling I was getting, as I smiled back. “Only if you try my coffee mix.” I retorted, taking her tea and sliding my coffee down. “That sounds like a fair trade.” She answered, picking up my cup. We both took a sip of each other’s drink, and were both in amazement at the taste. We both looked at each other in shock, before looking down at the drinks.

Noah’s voice came out muffled by the way he was chewing two of them. “Vanessa likes chocolate. I like Vanilla. I won the coin toss today, so we made what I preferred.” Ian untangled his curls, but they were covered in flour now. He was quickly bringing out more of them. If allowed, he’d stand there the whole day offering delicacies. “Does she?” He was busy pouring coffee and talking like she wasn’t in the room. Noah knew she had done something to the coffeee the moment he poured it. He took a large sip anyway.

I asked, coming to stand before where she was looking into the bowl as the the moon was the only light in the room, casting the windowpane reflection across the room as it painted out our Shadow. “Chocolate and Vanilla.” I said it like the options were really out of place and I might just as well settle with anything. She tilted the bowl to me as I had a few scoops from her bowl. I enjoyed every bit of it— For that moment I admitted the vanilla tasted better. My phone buzzed. I turned the phone to her side and showed who was calling…