Coffee Prince Novels & Stories

Are you really trying to dip into the baby’s formula fund for a coffee? That stung. It had just been a few bucks for an iced latte. My parents were practically worshipping her like a queen just because she was carrying the family’s long-awaited baby boy. [It’s just ten dollars, and I’ve sent it to you.] I suppressed my anger and replied. [Iced latte?] [Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. Since when is that just a drink? Everybody knows it’s the go-to order for clingy couples playing footsie under the table.]

He sat in the darkening office—he hadn't turned on the overhead lights, preferring the gradual fade of daylight to the abrupt brightness of fixtures—and he thought about the coffee. The coffee had been a project. Priya had taken it on sometime in the summer, after she'd noticed that Alexander was drinking the office brew without pleasure, consuming it the way he consumed most things: as fuel, as function, as something to be optimized rather than enjoyed. She had sourced beans from three different roasters. She had adjusted grind sizes and water temperatures and brew ratios. She had presented her findings in a memo that had made him almost smile, which was as close to smiling as he usually go

Christopher picks up his coffee and takes a sip. - OMG! – he says, looking at the inside of the mug. - What's wrong, sir? - she asked, distressed and stretching her hands to take the mug from him. He pushes the mug away from her, almost turning 180 degrees, and answers. - It's the best coffee I've ever had. She chuckles. - It's just coffee, and it's the coffee you have at home. - I don't know, but it must have the exact measure. It's perfect – he says, taking another sip, closing his eyes, and moaning.

“For you.” “Thanks…” she trailed off, taking them. “What’s this?” she asked curiously, tearing into the wrapping while I bit my lip, trying to surprise my smile. “Oh my God, Jass!” she shrieked, pulling me into a tight hug. “The limited-edition Chef Kate coffee brewer? Thank you. What would I do without you?” “Probably go insane,” I chuckled. She inhaled sharply, still disbelieving. I knew how long Rosè had coveted one. It was not only incredibly expensive but also notoriously difficult to obtain. I wondered briefly how quickly Mav had managed to order it.

That is my mother's domain. "I brought you coffee, sir." "Thank you." I take a sip and it is like the world has become brighter. It has a strong but smooth taste. "This is an amazing coffee. What make is this?" "It is Jacobs Kronung." "Keep them coming please." The waiter nods and walks away. I keep sipping on my coffee. This is the kind of coffee you don't spoil with sugar or creamer. You drink it straight up. The waiter comes back once again with a plate in his hand. He places the plate in front of me. I stare at the plate. It has a big sausage with french fries.

"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

Angela’s POV “The coffee tastes good, right?” Prince Cleoffe asked me as he sipped his cappuccino coffee. We are already here in the University’s coffee shop. As I have promised, I will teach him the lessons that he didn’t understand during the discussions every lunch breaks. I nodded, “You’re right.”

"Whatever you like Miss Klatt." "Then I think Clive is better. You shall call me Celeste then . Not Miss Klatt or Ms. CK." Celeste ordered. Clive nodded in agreement but cannot utter a word in astonishment to the woman in front of him. "What coffee do you like Clive?" "Thank you Miss Klatt, I mean Celeste. I prefer black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk. I like the bitter - sweet taste of coffee." Clive smiled back to Celeste.

He took the ground coffee, measured it using a digital scale according to the amount he needed to make Marie's favourite drink, and then brewed it using an espresso machine. The aroma of coffee quickly spread throughout the room. Without wasting much time, after Marie's favourite drink—Pam Sugar Iced Coffee—was ready, he immediately got up from the kitchen and served it to Marie. “Your drink is ready, My Queen.” Marie turned to him, smiling happily and accepting her favourite drink. "It tastes good. Thanks, Keith." "Anything for you," Keith winked, then sat back in his chair. "After this, do you have any plans--"

Champagne slowly walked into the restaurant, a waitress walked towards her and she gave her best smile. Before Champagne could say anything " This way please " the waitress led her towards a table in the corner, it looked like they had been waiting for her to arrive for a long time. And she didn't mind as long as she didn't have to stand a minute to wait simply because the heels on her feet were starting kill her. Champagne looked around the interior of this French restaurant, the designs seemed ancient but that's all Champagne could guess as she knew nothing about France or it's people.