Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

"This coffee is really good. You’re not just a talented designer, you're also great at brewing coffee!" "I'm flattered, Mr. Ding. It's also because the coffee beans I used are of premium quality. They're the purest first-class coffee beans from Jamaica," Nimpha also liked to drink coffee, so she knew a little bit about it. William smirked in response. As they sat in the tea room, they made small talk and spoke about irrelevant matters. Nimpha was a sensible person. She knew that the more anxious she was, the faster she would lose something. While they were busy chatting in the tea room, it was inevitable that someone might see them. And this matter would quickly spread around the office. Peo

he says as he grabs my hand leading me to his white BMW before I could object. Driving wasn't quiet because Cam blasted Chief keef the whole way to McDonalds, he turned it down when we were at the drive thru "what chu want" he said pulling out his wallet well since he's paying "lemme get a number four no tomatoes with a Oreo mcflurry" he looked at me shaking his head then ordered his food; we decided to go to the park and eat more like he decided and I just agreed.

I’d lost count. Young Master Henry was still there. Perched on the same bar stool, sleeves still rolled up, scotch long gone. He hadn’t touched a single cookie. I don’t even know why he’s making me bake so many cookies so early in the morning. “Thirteenth thing,” Young Master Henry said, checking his watch. “Coffee.” I looked up, wrists aching from the mixer. “Young Master, it’s four in the morning.” “I’m aware.” He stood, finally, and stretched. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his shoulders. “French press. Black. No sugar. The beans from Colombia.”

replied Eros, he smiled and stepped into the apartment. On the other hand, Alea and Archi walked out of the apartment building and stepped into a coffee shop, Alea's regular customer. The Ice Americano is really good! because of that Alea always took the time before going to work to buy it. "Ice americano huh?" asked the cashier to Alea, shyly Alea nodded her head slowly. "And what will your boyfriend order?" Surprised, Alea crossed her arms, trying to tell the cashier that what she said was wrong.

Kaiden We left the chaos behind and walked two blocks down to a little place called Noir & Cream. Ironically fitting, considering my current emotional aesthetic. The barista didn’t bat an eye as we walked in, and soon we were seated by the window with steaming mugs between us. I ordered a dark roast, black. He got an espresso, extra shot. I didn’t speak at first. Just watched the swirl of steam rising from my cup. “So…” he began, leaning back against the seat, “tell me everything. From the beginning.”

I gave them a reassuring smile and sat back with Jackson’s arm around my shoulders. They asked if they could have little while to talk it out amongst themselves, which I thought was a good sign. So, Colette led us to a coffee shop that was a two-minute walk from the building. She assured us that everything was on the house today, making sure that the baristas heard. They just nodded their heads in understanding. My eyes greedily took in all of the specialty names. It all sounded so good, but one of them caught my attention. “I’ll take a large Spiced Vanilla Chai with nutmeg drizzle please.”

from her baking, just so he wouldn’t feel guilty eating it? Further in, a recipe catches his eye: “Cinnamon coffee—Riley’s favourite.” Beneath it, Amanda had carefully outlined the steps: • Freshly ground beans, dark roast. • Two teaspoons of cinnamon powder. Must be fresh, not the old jar in the pantry! • Brew together—don’t add cinnamon later; it doesn’t mix well. • Splash of cream, no sugar. There are also special notes marked out in red pen below: Robusta. Purchase regularly!

Geoff said, grinning ear to ear. They walked on, passing a coffee shop where people sat tapping away at laptops. Geoff nudged him inside, steering him toward the counter. “Choose whatever you like,” Geoff said. Keenan scanned the glowing menu board, his lips moving as he tried to piece together the names. “Caramel… macchiato… latte. These are spells.” “They’re just coffee drinks,” Geoff said, amused. The barista looked up expectantly. Keenan straightened, gripping his pride like a sword. “I will have… your strongest potion.”

Her hands shaking, she powered it on. The low hum of the machine whirred to life, a small, welcome sound that broke the oppressive silence. "What... what kind do you want? Americano? Latte? Mocha?" She tried to keep him talking, to divert his attention. "Mocha. Double sugar." This time, his reply was surprisingly swift. "Okay, a mocha... hot or iced?" "Hot." As the rich aroma of brewing coffee filled the room, Prisley carefully extended the mug. "Here's your coffee. Be careful, it's still quite hot."

he explained. I took in a breath, inhaling the scent of fresh brewed coffee. "Dang... well, that kind of sucks, but I'm more than capable of entertaining myself. What's the good news?" He smiled, heading to the fridge. "The good news is, I may have discovered the best coffee creamer out there." I chuckled, "Little victories. What kind is it?" "Caramel macchiato, but it's the brand! It's super good; let me make your coffee like I made mine."