Coffee Prince Novels & Stories

"Where did you get it?" The Prince chuckled softly. "It's a blend that I have specially imported from a small coffee farm in the mountains," he explained. "The beans are hand-picked and roasted to perfection. It's quite a rare find." I nodded, taking another sip. "I can definitely taste the quality," I said, savoring the flavor. "It's truly remarkable." The Prince leaned back in his chair, looking pleased. "I'm glad you approve," he said. "I always appreciate a good cup of coffee myself."

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.

I asked unsure if I heard him right. “Black, no cream.” I accepted the card and opened the car, the soft warm breeze washed over the cold air from the car air conditioner. The coffee shop looked sophisticated as the door parted open, I stepped inside and took in the interior, it was dark and had too many complex designs if you asked me. I walked up to the counter where a barista was waiting to attend to me with a warm smile. “You’re here for Mr. Greene’s coffee.” The mans name tag read Peter, he was blonde with bright blue eyes and clean shaved face.

Cass strolled into Vance Street Roasters with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted—and exactly how to get it. The bell above the door chimed, letting in the scent of freshly ground coffee, dark chocolate, and ambition. She scanned the room once, her gaze snagging on a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit, seated by the window. He was reading something on his phone, his other hand curled around a coffee mug like it was an old friend.

an employee's voice snapped me back to the present. I looked over at the two big boxes of candy by the door. "Yeah, take some for yourselves, then set the rest out for the folks passing by." They dove in, each snagging a few pieces before hauling the boxes outside. The part-time kid grabbed an extra handful and came running over to me, dumping them on the table. "Cole, have some," he said, grinning. I smiled back and nodded. Among the rainbow of sweets, a single chocolate bar stood out. I picked it up, feeling its familiar shape, but I just could not bring myself to unwrap it.

“I’m so tired of this. He treats you poorly, but you still defend him.” “I’m not being treated badly.” I sank into a soft couch. “I want an Americano with no milk or sugar.” “Your life is bitter enough. You should have something sweet. How about a caramel macchiato?” she muttered to herself and went off to make coffee for me. At lunchtime, the coffee shop was really busy. It had great business because the chef made delicious food and pastries. The place was almost always full. There was a special spot near the bar, with a unique and very comfortable couch. Sophie had set it up specifically for me.

“Tell them.” The woman shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her apron as all eyes landed on her. “Um… that coffee isn’t just regular,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “It’s one of our special blends and we only make it on VIP orders. The beans are imported, rare, and they need a very particular roast. The other ingredients are also really expensive.” She swallowed, glancing nervously between the man and the girls before finishing, “That’s why a single cup goes for… three hundred dollars.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN CHLOE’S POV “Thank you for your order,” I smiled at the young girl, handing over her cup of matcha and a croissant. She gave me a tip and left, allowing the young gentleman to step in front. “Hello.” “Hi,” I smiled. “What do you want this morning?” “A cup of iced coffee, with some squashed pineapples and some blackberry pie,” he replied, his voice cool. He leaned across the counter and I could see deep into his blue eyes. “Do you mind bringing it over to my table?”

The door opens and I'm swift to just press my legs together to hide my exposed cunt without necessarily dropping my leg from the seat. “Here you go.” He sets down a cup, face buried in his coffee, a laughable chore just to not look at my boobies. ‘Let’s see how far you go, Enzo Macini.’ I smirk, stir my coffee, and sip. The rich cream laces along the surface of my upper lip. The coffee is equally rich and so good. Maybe the best Ive had if my mama doesn't always manage the scoop of milk and sugar. “So nice.” I hum over my cup. “Thank you, sir.” Then I set it down and start licking my lips,

She then looked at Jared's handsome face as she opened her lips slightly. "Bourbon Santos." 'What?' When Klaus, who had been playing dead by the side, heard the name of that coffee, his eyes widened as he looked at Nicole and then at Jared. When Jared heard the coffee's name, a glint appeared in his eyes. Yet his expression did not change as he said with some regret. "Brazilian coffee single blend quality is not too great. You'll have to wait, is it okay?" Nicole looked at him, yet there was no disappointment in her eyes.