Emotional Support Coffee Novels & Stories

The happiness I felt made my chest swell. “Tracy. Do your lovely customers get a discount today?" Someone asked. There was silence as everyone looked expectantly at me. I smiled knowingly. “You know what?" I said, dropping the towels and clapping my hands. “Why don't we celebrate my owning a coffee company very soon and that means… free orders for today,” Everyone jubilated and began ordering. "I need ten Cappuccinos. Two for each member of my household,” "I need more americanos,” “More cream,"

I grabbed one off the metal rack, reading the label with sleep blurred eyes. Pumpkin spice, my nose crinkled as I pulled a face. I knew he’d like it. I’d have to fix something else for myself, I dumped his coffee into the machine pulling down the lever. Moving to the cabinet, I grabbed a coffee mug. Putting the cup under the water from the tap as I turned to the microwave. Placing it inside and pressing the button to heat the water as I opened the drawer to all the teas we had. We had plenty to choose from, Ginger for Cherise and any of the other flock members who got pregnant. Almond matcha for April. Lavender and rose hips for Charlotte.

I cut myself off before I said too much. Scott’s expression softened, but before he could say anything, I swiped his cup and took a sip. One swallow later, I spat it back into the mug, coughing. “What the actual hell is this?” My face twisted. “Why are you drinking coffee that tastes like charcoal at this hour?” Scott smirked, taking the mug back. “It’s called black coffee. It keeps me awake. And thanks to you, you just ruined it!!. “Well, it was terrible!” “Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.”

Not while she still worked at Rutherford Construction. He heard footsteps behind him. "Here," his mother said as she stepped up beside him, a coffee mug with a rooster painted on the front in her hand. "I thought you could use a cup of coffee. A hot beverage always helps ease tense emotions." Giving his mother a weak smile, he muttered his thanks as he took the steaming cup. The warmth caressed his face as he took a sip, the liquid scalding his lips as the first sip always did. He felt the heat spread through his chest and stomach. She had been right. It felt good.

DEA "You know, maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, it will stop bothering you," Erica mused as she stirred yet another sachet of sugar into her coffee—she was probably on the fifth packet, I lost count after the third. We were in my favorite coffee shop for lunch since it was a rare day when we both weren't completely swamped with work. I sipped on my pumpkin spice ice latte and sighed in relief. Truly, ice coffee was the essence of life, and of this, I was a hundred percent certain—I was a scientist with a doctorate, after all, I knew my shit.

I squirmed in my chair, thankful the table covered my hard cock. "Sit down and drink this. You'll feel better." Our realm didn't have coffee, so I doctored her cup with sugar. She willingly sat and took a small sip. A series of emotions played across her face; finally she asked, "What is it?" "Coffee. I have tea here for you too, but coffee seems to help with a hangover for some strange reason." "I think I like it." I put a few pills in front of her along with a glass of water. "Take these with the water and they'll help too."

He didn’t really know what to expect from her, but if it got her out of her gloomy state he was willing to do anything. “I need your help getting over this rejection.” Jadie growled. Lincoln leaned back slowly against the edge of his desk, still confused on his role in the situation. “I came here for a reason, and I’m not going to let some asshole ruin that for me. So I need you to…be my friend and distract me from the pain that keeps coming, if that makes sense.” She chuckled nervously, realizing how crazy she must sound to him. She barely even knew the man, but he knew Wilson better than anyone else. She needed his help getting over this.

“Lots of both. There’s a reason I don’t drink coffee.” Less than two minutes later, he brought her a steaming mug full of liquid that looked more creamy beige than black, along with a nutty, chewy protein bar that didn’t change her less-than-favorable opinion of prepackaged cardboard meals. But the coffee warmed her insides, and the bar perked her up.

It was the voice of the person who had saved him from falling, the very person he had spilled coffee on and finally the person whose name he still didn't know of ! "Hah ! That sounds funny," Sophie said while laughing. "Oh, yes ! It is ! Ask me" Audrey sniggered. "Well then, here is your Black Beauty, anyway. Enjoy !" Sophie said as she handed Audrey her cup of coffee. "Thanks, Sophie ! I would like to buy a drink for the next customer, who orders a Cortado, under your 'Buy a drink for a random customer program,'" Audrey said and gave the required change. "Ooh ! Lovely," Sophie cooed as she always admired Audrey for being so thoughtful.

I squirmed in my chair, thankful the table covered my hard cock. "Sit down and drink this. You'll feel better." Our realm didn't have coffee, so I doctored her cup with sugar. She willingly sat and took a small sip. A series of emotions played across her face; finally she asked, "What is it?" "Coffee. I have tea here for you too, but coffee seems to help with a hangover for some strange reason." "I think I like it." I put a few pills in front of her along with a glass of water. "Take these with the water and they'll help too."