Emotional Support Coffee Novels & Stories

“Do you still love him? You never told me about your relationship with him.” A bitter laugh leaves my lips. “I’d rather not rehash the memories.” “I understand,” he hums, eyes dimming. “I got you coffee and donuts, though.” Owen holds up the bag of goodies, the scent wafting through my nostrils. My stomach grumbles, eager. “Thank you.” I grab the bag from him, taking a sip of the coffee. Coffee makes everything feel better, and I need it for the way my heart is hurting.

and “Let me know if you need support on this.” And I appreciated it. I did. **** It started with coffee. Again. I came in that morning to find a cup already on my desk. Not the machine-brewed stuff in the break room, this was the good kind. Artisan. With a tiny caramel swirl in the foam and my name, Camilla, scribbled on the cup in handwriting that looked suspiciously deliberate. I blinked down at it like it might explode. I hadn’t even taken off my coat yet. Alex’s office door was slightly ajar. I poked my head in.

Because she was running late she didn't have time for her usual morning coffee so everything was still feeling off-kilter, and the coffee from her partner was just the thing she needed cause without her morning coffee, Carolyn's body will not boot to start functioning. " You are such a savior, " Carolyn cried in a grateful voice taking the hot liquid off her partner's hands. Maxwell smiled at the happiness in Carolyn's voice at the sight of her coffee. His partner was a caffeine addict who doesn't function properly unless she has had her fix so whenever he is buying coffee he usually gets hers as well. He looked down the rest of her and noticed that her dressing was off, and in a little disa

Emily had become the anchor in my life, grounding me in love and providing unwavering support. As the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, I couldn't help but smile. I had prepared a special breakfast for us, knowing how much Emily appreciated these small gestures of affection. The clinking of plates and the aroma of warm pastries filled the room, creating an ambiance of coziness and comfort.

“You know what? You’re my biggest support in this world! I’m so lucky to have you as my brother!” “What?” I blurted out without thinking. Adrian turned to me with a curious look. “Did you say something?” I cleared my throat. “Just asking if you’d like tea or coffee… But my throat got scratchy,” I said, getting to my feet. “Ah, I’ll have chamomile tea. It’s good for the nerves.” “Coffee for me.” “Alright, I’ll be right back.” I rushed out of the room. Annabel was still on the phone, so I decided to head straight to Cloud Nine Cafe without saying anything.

I burst out laughing. “For the lady, a decaf cappuccino with whip cream, and filter coffee for me.” I put in our order. “I need your help with something, and I know you know something or rather have something against the Cooper family, especially Mark Cooper.” He didn’t look surprised; he just smiled and set his gaze back while looking at me.

she asked playfully. “The one that says ‘Even if you’re bitter, I still look for you every morning?’ Or maybe ‘I still love you even if you’re with someone else?’” “Huh?” I raised an eyebrow. She grinned. “The first one’s black coffee. The second one’s three-in-one.” She pointed at the menu. I chuckled and ordered. “Black coffee. Wait, Audrey, what do you want? Black or with cream?” “With cream,” she answered while reading the emotional quotes plastered on the walls.

But to be honest, I was loving it. This is my first love. Or more like my baby. Stress reliever. I order for a strong brew coffee with almond milk and maple syrup. With a froth on the top. "Ahh... This damn chair is a bit uncomfortable", I groan as my back hurts. "Just two more hours to go...", I mumble. Concentrating with all my focus I was able to do the coding of the app. I installed and extra feature to enhance his app and fixed the lagging.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We're doing our best. Let me make you a fresh cup." The woman huffed but eventually left with her coffee, muttering under her breath. Sophie turned to me and whispered, "Don't let her get to you. You're doing great!" I smiled, feeling grateful for her support. "Thanks, Sophie. I couldn't do it without you." As the day went on, the pace slowed, and I had a chance to chat with the regulars. There was Mrs. Johnson, who always ordered a latte with extra foam, and Mark, who liked his coffee black as coal.

He seemed the calm in our sea of chaos. “Now, let me get you that coffee you couldn’t get on the way home. And maybe I can help you call around these Alphas.” He says with a smile as he walks past me into my office and straight to my coffee machine. The fact the main coffee store on the way home had been closed due to a water leak had been irritating to say the least, though in truth, after what Aiden had told me, I had wanted to get home as fast as I could. But, the fact he was thinking of me and making me a coffee knowing I wanted one earlier made me smile. He was a good guy. A good mate. I know I was blessed, despite the fact I had never imagined being mated to a man, though I had never i