Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

“Oh, you mean one of them?” She nearly choked. Inside Caffé Noire, the air was scented with Madagascar vanilla and overachievers. People were typing on MacBook Pros, drinking espresso out of double-walled crystal cups, pretending to be authors, startup CEOs, or tortured philosophers. The chandeliers sparkled. The baristas wore silk aprons. The coffee? Started at half a cent and came with emotional damage. We sat at a corner velvet booth near the window. I snapped my fingers once—Mateo, my favorite barista, appeared instantly.

Even though he was not my boyfriend, and he wouldn't be my husband. I knew that I had to learn it all to be able to please him. Seeing my eagerness to brew the coffee, as I stood close to the brewing coffee maker, Madonna smiled and said, "Master Richard likes Robusta. A stronger and more bitter coffee. He also likes Espresso too. As he likes it more concentrated." "I see," I replied to Madonna with a smile. "Don't worry. I can brew that. My dad likes Espresso too. It's one of my favorites, only that I like adding steamed milk to my own," I said, smiling at Madonna, and she asked me, "So you can make coffee?"

"Practical is good. It means you calculate ahead. Most guys our age are still trying to figure out how not to trip over their own shadow." Eli raised an eyebrow, a mocking challenge in his eyes. "Guys our age? You make it sound like you're a retired detective." "I feel like it some days," I said, taking a slow sip of my water. "Running calculations in your head all the time gets exhausting." Cain laughed, cutting through the heavy air. "Cole has a literal algorithm for ordering coffee. I have seen it. Three different variables based on the barista's micro-expressions." "It works," I shot back, not breaking eye contact with Eli. "Got you a free pastry last week, didn't it?"

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

"I'll take one of these and a drip coffee, no cream." `After collecting our coffees, I went back to our rooms. Caden was still shoring lightly. I took the little baggy of off-white powder that Lorenzo had had delivered the day before. I dumped all the contents into his coffee. I'd been warned it was a little bitter, so I hoped the Mocha covered it up. After mixing it all in, I replaced the lid and made my way over to Caden. "Caden," I said softly, shaking his shoulder lightly." Caden."

Levi grinned and hand Mateo his coffee, even though he knows Mateo will not like it – but this is the best he could get for him. Mateo takes a small sip of the scorching hot coffee and wrinkled his nose at the flavor. He likes to brew his coffee. Levi never met a person who makes better coffee than Mateo. He uses freshly roasted coffee beans. The coffee he prepares is stronger, bitter, and more aromatic. Levi would love to have one of those again sometime. “This is so bad,” Mateo mumbled under his breath but drank it nevertheless. He was in dire need of caffeine.

He took the ground coffee, measured it using a digital scale according to the amount he needed to make Marie's favourite drink, and then brewed it using an espresso machine. The aroma of coffee quickly spread throughout the room. Without wasting much time, after Marie's favourite drink—Pam Sugar Iced Coffee—was ready, he immediately got up from the kitchen and served it to Marie. “Your drink is ready, My Queen.” Marie turned to him, smiling happily and accepting her favourite drink. "It tastes good. Thanks, Keith." "Anything for you," Keith winked, then sat back in his chair. "After this, do you have any plans--"

I quickly dressed in the laundry area before returning to the kitchen. Khalid was sitting on a stool at the island, with his head buried in his folded arms. “Are you alright?” I asked, checking the cupboard closest to the coffee maker for Sarael’s coffee. Thankfully my mate’s kitchen is in some level of order as that’s exactly where I found a bag of Portland Coffee Roasters Sumatra dark roast coffee. “Need coffee… I woke up to unholy sounds and cleaned up the kitchen.” Khalid grumbled, his words muffled by his arms, but I heard him.

They headed to the cafeteria. Tina saw them coming inside, she went to welcome them and asked to have a seat. She asked gently, "Yes, sir." She stood there meanwhile, they pulled the chairs and sat respectively. The cafe was small but elegant. Everything was decorated and placed perfectly. Tina handed them a menu card. There were only a few items they serve like hot coffee, cold coffee and some other things including fast food items. Aiden smirked and ordered three hot coffees and also asked to make a heart on the coffee. Liam scowled at him. She smiled and left immediately.

She had a bad habit of being undecisive about a lot of things. "Maddie, what do you think I should get? The caramel macchiato looks good but the chai latte looks even better," she said while looking at the cafe's vast list of coffee and food items. "She'll have a grande, chai tea latte with extra foam please," I told the barista. Taking the liberty of ordering for her because it would have taken the rest of the day before she could make up her mind. "Will that be all ma'am?" asked the barista, looking relieved that we had finally finished ordering.