Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

Damian Cole, the man who could probably recite the fine print of eviction law in his sleep, was asking her, the woman he’d tried to uproot, for recommendations. She cleared her throat. “Cinnamon latte. And…a blueberry scone.” “Fine.” He reached for his wallet. “Two of each.” Her brows shot up. “Two?” His expression didn’t waver. “One’s for me. One’s for you.” The retort on her tongue stalled. Nobody ever bought her coffee in her own café. She was the one who served. Always serving, always giving. And now Damian Cole was standing there, offering her…what? A peace treaty? Or something more dangerous?

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.

Irene asked unhurriedly. Silence ensued, so Irene continued, "You've all been working here for a while, and know each other well enough. I could tell because I've been working here too, and I just have to pay attention from time to time if I want to know you. For example, Raven there likes her coffee pressed, which is made by mixing boiled water and coarse ground coffee beans. It's purer and tastes stronger." Leveling her gaze at the woman sitting on the row to her right, she asked, "Or am I wrong?"

Joel said as he switched off the engine and got down We go there every day, why are you acting like is your first time" Liam asked from behind him So you won't reject it" Joel said as they both entered the shop They went to the counter to order Two iced Americano please" Joel said I know you don't have to remind me, is always your usual" The attendant said with a smile while looking at Liam Whose head was been bent in his phone Joel took the two cups of coffee and handed one to Liam Lisa looked at her phone as she gave the card to the cashier to lay for her coffee

“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.