Coffee And Vanilla Novels & Stories

He asked everything about and looked so calm "I mean.. your favorite Coffee which I feel is your favorite" He smiles, and the servants fill my cup again while standing "Yes it is" I respond, pick up the coffee, and sip again "Your favorite game, drink, food?" He shudders his shoulders and then smiles back again, his dimple shows out on his face "He is fucking hot" I mutter "Let me go with mine" He says, "I like vanilla coffee, fruit drink a bit alcoholic drink and I go to the woods to have some fresh air"

She smelled like chocolate and vanilla, which happened to be his favorite combination of sweet food. He was a sucker for a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, or even chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. He loved both. It didn’t even have to be cake. He was all for doughnuts, candy, anything with chocolate and vanilla. And Lisa smelled like it. His favorite craving come to life. He’d been unable to look away. She’d called to him. He’d watched her go into the coffee shop, and that was when he first entered. Shadow didn’t like coffee. The scent of it was a little too bitter for his taste. He carried his black coffee out of the shop, and like so many times before, he fed it to the small pott

She didn’t matter, not anymore. I reached my office and noticed the breakfast tray on my desk, the coffee still steaming beside it. It was the familiar vanilla latte—Olivia's little twist on my morning routine that she’d insisted on bringing in one day instead of my usual black coffee. I’d scoffed at first, but soon enough, I’d grown to prefer it, to crave the warmth and taste of vanilla that somehow just made sense. Now, though, that same coffee burned in my hand. Just looking at it brought back memories that made my skin crawl.

"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."

I simply nodded and walked away. Following my meeting with Mr. Collins, I went to the nearest café to purchase my favorite treat. A vanilla macchiato and a blueberry muffin are on the menu. As soon as I walked into the café, I could smell the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. I walked up to the counter, a smile on my face. "Can you tell me what you'd like to order, Miss?" the lady inquired. "I'd like a cup of vanilla macchiato and a blueberry muffin, please," I said to the waitress.

Vanilla and cherry sponge cake, vanilla yogurt, vanilla cookies with chocolate topping, vanilla and chocolate chip cookies. We all have our ideal flavours. While I'm a freak with lust for strawberries, banana and coconut, Kyle is chocolate obsessed and Ali has a vanilla pact. She's consuming so many vanillas in a short time but with the most elegant pace I've ever seen a person eat. Suddenly she stops and starts coughing. I begin to panic but she lifts her hand up at me in signal to stop as she downs a glass of water. I finally relax knowing she's fine, at least physically.

“Well, be sure to thank him for me, alright? And thank you for the drink.” With that, she quickly hurried over to one of the smaller tables on the far side of the café, far away from Julian and the two others. She didn’t want to deal with anyone’s feelings. Not when she couldn’t even deal with her own. At least the coffee was delicious. Vivienne had expected to be hit by the taste of bitter tar and nothing else, but instead there were notes of dark chocolate, cinnamon, and hazelnuts. Next time she had to ask what kind of coffee beans Julian had used.

Cass strolled into Vance Street Roasters with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted—and exactly how to get it. The bell above the door chimed, letting in the scent of freshly ground coffee, dark chocolate, and ambition. She scanned the room once, her gaze snagging on a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit, seated by the window. He was reading something on his phone, his other hand curled around a coffee mug like it was an old friend.

"Why?" "Professional interest. Former employee. Standard HR follow-up." "That's the best you could come up with? An HR follow-up five years later?" I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee. It was excellent, rich and complex with hints of chocolate and something else I couldn't identify. "What is this?" I asked, genuinely surprised by how good it tasted. "Our house blend with a touch of cinnamon and vanilla. We roast the beans ourselves." "It's amazing." "Thank you." An awkward silence fell between us. In the past, silence between us had been comfortable, easy. Now it stretched tight with unspoken words.

She answered. “Mmm... Hmm..” Then, why was it grey? And where the fûck was strawberries and almonds? “And yes, I added a few raisins.” Of course. I waited, because I knew more was coming. “Oh, yes, I found the vanilla extract in the cabinet with strawberry essence and there was butterscotch too, but I thought butterscotch won’t go well with it so I just added a little bit of vanilla powder.” Of course, she did. And while she talked, I looked around the counter and found the vanilla powder she was talking about. It was baking soda. I closed my eyes in resignation as I asked, “How much vanilla powder did you use, princess?”