Emotional Support Coffee Novels & Stories

“We care about you, hon, and that’s just the end of it. Whatever you need – you just ask. Me and Chris and Jim would move heaven and earth to get it for you. You hear me?” She smiled. “Yeah. And I know that my friends appreciate you guys being here, too. Even if they don’t say it to your faces.” “Well,” he said. “I know they certainly appreciate all the coffee and doughnuts we haul all over Denver, to wherever they are. Especially Liv. I’ve never met anyone who goes through coffee the way that woman does, and I hang out with Rangers and bodyguards and black-ops guys.” Emma laughed now, her face brightening.

I was seething with frustration, and I knew I shouldn't blame Emilia, but I needed someone to vent my anger on. To avoid lashing out at my workers, I decided to take a break and get some coffee. I drove to my favorite cafeteria, De'Anthony, where the baristas knew me well enough to have my order ready. As I walked in, a familiar human greeted me with a warm smile and ushered me to my usual seat. It was a small comfort in an otherwise frustrating day. I was given black coffee, a sip of it relaxed my tense muscles, I could see people taking photos of me since their efforts to be discreet were futile. I was well-known in the fashion world, it was expected that people took pictures of me, but st

I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that the smile on my face was not going anywhere anytime soon, and even if boss man decided to be a prick all morning, I wouldn't care because I have a date with my best friends tonight. As I entered the bustling coffee shop, I was instantly hit with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I approach the counter, my eyes scanning the menu, before settling on her usual order, which is: a coffee with milk and 2 sugars for Gary; a hot chocolate for me; and a caramel mocha with cream on top and 2 sugars for Ebony. The barista, a young woman with an easy smile, greeted me with a friendly "Welcome to

Elena's POV Unexpected Best Friend. It's the third day of college school, and my love for coffee hasn't wavered one bit. I'm a bona fide coffee addict, which probably explains why I work part-time at Relax Coffee shop. Today, like any other day, I couldn't resist the temptation of my usual hot cup of coffee. I mean, who can resist that delicious taste and the inviting aroma that fills the air?

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?

The city was quiet and empty and I walked to the nearest coffee shop that was open. I ordered my usual black coffee and then I thought about Elliot. He always got a vanilla latte with extra foam. I remembered because I used to watch him drink it every morning when he was my assistant. Before I could stop myself I ordered a vanilla latte with extra foam. The barista gave me a weird look because I was holding two cups but she did not say anything. I paid and walked to Blackwood Tech. The building was mostly empty when I got there and only security and the cleaning crew were around.

Sarah is here already, her bag is on her table, but she is nowhere to be seen. I go to the coffeemaker in the corner of the room. There is a lot of stuff with the never-ending supply of coffee, tea and milk, sugar, protein bars, granola bars, fruits, and yoghurt. You named it. Remington Industries believes in caffeine and healthy snacks for their employees.

But by then, we are numb. And sadness chose me today. Just like it chose me yesterday. I seem to be a priority to sadness nowadays. Everything just feels like this heavy weight on my shoulders. And I feel weak. Too weak to carry the weight... Coffee won't bring me joy but it will lighten up the mood. It's been my best friend lately. Coffee, that is. I accidentally stain my oversized white shirt and let out a groan. My hair keeps pricking my face so I toss it up in a messy bun and head over to the living room.

He asked "No! I would never give up on him. If not today then tomorrow, I’ll fix everything between me and Samuel.” "If you have that much confidence then I’m here to support you." His encouragement brings a smile on my face. "Is this coffee for me?" Henry asked pointing the coffee in my hand. "Oh yeah I have brought a coffee for you, but I forgot, sorry." I chuckle. "Hahaha! Now give it to me. By listening about the twist of your marriage, it gave me a shock, now I have to drink coffee to come out of this shock.” Henry laughs while drinking coffee.

Isabella's POV A group of us went out for lunch, everyone has been so nice and accommodating. Carter had said to meet him after lunch, so I stopped by Starbucks to grab us both coffees. Didn't know how he liked his coffee so I got thesame thing as mine, black coffee no milk. I take iced coffee in the afternoon so I got that for me but I got him a hot one because he didn't look like he drank cold coffee. I didn't have time to ponder whether I shouldn't have done that or whether I should just focus on my job and let things go but I needed to thank him for helping me ease out of my panic attack the other day.