Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

"And what kind of coffee would you like?" "I don't know," I answered thoughtfully. "What do you think is the best?" "That would be the Caramel Mocha." She scribbled the order down on her notepad. "With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong." "I'll go with that." I confirmed. "Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso." "Coming right up."

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

He picked it up without thinking. Took a sip. Stopped. Something was off. He looked at the cup. It tasted wrong. Not terrible. Not undrinkable. Just… wrong. Flat. He frowned. “This isn’t right,” he said. The maid in the doorway froze. “Sir?” “This coffee,” he said, setting it down. “Who made it?” “I did, sir.” “It’s not how it usually tastes.” She hesitated. Then she spoke carefully. “Mrs. Luna used to prepare your coffee herself. Every morning.”

When Naomi entered Savannah's room, Naomi was so nervous. Hi Ms Sav, I am Naomi... your assistant. I brought you fresh clothes and your favorite cafe mocha. Hi Naomi, Please give me some time to clear my head. I don't remember you, so sorry. What is a cafe mocha? Is it coffee? I can smell it. Does it taste good? Would you like to try it? Here's a freshly brewed cafe mocha. Hmmm, it tastes good, it has chocolate in it? Coffee with chocolate? Did you put cream and sugar too?

"Can we share a table with you?" Maisie was sitting at the table closest to the window, an isolated table a distance away from others. It was surrounded by plants, creating a mini-isolated space. The waiter was about to stop them but hesitated when Maisie said, "Sure." "Amazing!" Lily stopped speaking Chaisene out of excitement. She looked at her while smiling. "Will you show us the way?" "You…" Maisie was stunned. "You speak Acian?" Lily chuckled and turned around to give her instructions. "Dark roast beans for my drip coffee. The water temperature shouldn't exceed 70°C. Also, give me a cookie. The less sugary one!"

Then placing her matching handbag on the table, she was about to talk when the waiter came with a huge cup of Macchiato and placing the cup on the table the waiter asked in a very welcoming tone, "Any order for you, Mam?" "Yes same for her," Instead of Ruth Nicolas replied the waiter. Nodding his head in a very respectable way the waiter left them alone again. Macchiato used to be their favorite coffee of that Cafe with extra cream. It was actually the specialty of that Cafe. Everytime they used to come, they used to order that coffee. While sipping in the cup of the coffee, Nicolas asked Ruth in his usual composed tone, "Now tell Ruth. What do you want to talk about?"

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."