Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

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."

“Enjoy your coffee, Mr. Cole.” His eyes narrowed slightly at the formality, but he didn’t stop her. He just watched as she tied her apron back on and disappeared behind the counter, her heart pounding like she’d just escaped a trap she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape at all. Damian Cole sat alone at the corner table of Sweet Haven, drinking the first cup of coffee he hadn’t hated in years. The cinnamon latte was smoother than he expected, the faint spice lingering on his tongue. The blueberry scone was warm, soft, bursting with flavor.

It’s bitter, burnt, and absolutely disgusting! I stare at the maid in disbelief. “What the hell did you put in this?” She immediately lowers her head. “I’m very sorry, sir.” “Sorry?” I repeat incredulously. “This tastes like poison.” “I apologize, sir,” she says nervously. “Madam has always been the one preparing your coffee.” I pause. “What?” She nods quickly. “She personally selects the coffee beans, grinds them properly, and chooses the brewing method depending on your mood and schedule for the day.”

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

If she has, then I'm going to make sure she regrets it for the rest of her life! At that moment, the maid came in with some refreshments. Marvin accepted the cup of coffee from her, took a sip as if he was a coffee connoisseur, and then said, "What coffee is this? Why does it taste so weak?" "This is the best Black Ivory coffee money can buy. The taste is a tad on the lighter side. I can make you another coffee if you prefer something stronger," said the maid.

"So what coffee would you like to prepare, Sir?" After snapping his fingers, Liam took out a package from his supply bag. “This is Arabica coffee, Mr. Carter's favorite and maybe Julian's too. They always ask for this every time they play chess. Do you mind if I show you how to brew it?” "Absolutely not. This can be a new experience. While serving the Evans family, I only knew everything about tea,” Mia said, widening the curve of her lips. The tension began to loosen from her body. "Then, do you have a coffee pot and a filter?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Good thing I got a large.” I nodded as I continued drinking, not wanting to let go of the lid. But the coffee burned my throat. So I slowed down in order to savor the taste a bit. “What’d you say was in this again?” Rae smiled. “Regular caffeinated coffee with a shot of rosewater and two pumps of caramel.” I grinned. “Damn, that’s good.” “There’s this cute little coffee shop not too far up the road. I got Michael to drive me up there.”

Talia’s expression remained blank, but her sarcasm was enough for Asmaira to fidget in embarrassment. “No…I mean…..yes, I know how to make Coffee,” she fumbled but straightened her back when Talia raised one brow. “Good. Because from today onwards it would be your responsibility. Amaan only drinks one brand, and we keep it in a special container in the pantry. Freshly ground beans, Coffee, black with no milk. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar. Don’t mess it up,” Talia fired the instructions and soon disappeared to her desk. His taste is also, like him, bitter. Asmaira scoffed.

"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."

"Any other recommendations?" I ended up leaving Ann's with a hot moca. It smelled like chocolate, I hoped it would be as good as the last one. Ann seemed sure it was a good choice. I hope that she knows I genuinely liked the coffee from yesterday, my awkwardness sometimes hides how much I appreciate things.