Espresso X Madeleine Novels & Stories

With her family background, she can have a good life and do whatever she wants to do. Madelyn said, "Have you had breakfast? I brought some pastries. You mentioned you wanted to eat some macarons last time, so I made a few extras for you." Mya was over the moon, "I want some!" After what had almost happened to Mya, Madelyn knew she could not do anything to make up for it, but she knew Mya loved eating, so she would spend some time making different pastries for her every day. Madelyn took out the pastries from her backpack and gave them to Mya. Mya eagerly opened them and started eating enthusiastically, stuffing the macarons into her mouth.

“You look like you’re about to marry it.” I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries sat perfectly aligned on a soft linen base, each one shimmering under the office lights like edible jewels. I gasped. “She actually did it…” “Did what?” “She made it exactly like the photo she sent me earlier.” I pointed at the golden drizzle curling across the top like ribbons. “Look at the precision, Damian. It’s art.”

Marina asked, and I shook my head. “A caramel macchiato in the capsule machine,” I said, and she nodded, turning to do as told. I put the tomatoes and herbs to cook in the already hot pan. One of the maids put butter and olive oil on the pan, and I watched as the ingredients sizzled, giving an aroma in the air before putting the eggs.

"What's the order again?" "One green tea Frappuccino, one White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino," I said and sighed. "I'll do that; you get the Panini thing done," "On it," In less than two minutes, everything was prepared. "Dude, get a tissue!" I started to panic. "Why!? What's wrong!?" Madelyn rushed upto me. "This breadcrumb is out of place! Can't you see!?" "Are you serious!?" Madelyn placed her hands on her hips. "He'll never notice that!"

Sasha said, the ladies are really taking charge today Scarlette thought to herself as she picked up a cream cheese bagel and stuffed it in her mouth as she got up to pour herself a coffee. Gabriel vamp sped over to tue fridge to get her espresso iced spheres and cold coffee cremer as iced coffee had become her new favorit thing since she got her first one at Starbucks “by the way you stuffed your mouth I take it you’re not willing to share first” Jackson said taking a big bite out of a cold meat filled croissant, show casing he was not willing to go first either.

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

I laid on the daybed and forced myself to sleep. * * * * * In the morning, Madelaine was no longer in bed, and it was neatly made. I wondered if she went for a run, but she was scared of bears, so she was likely downstairs. I brushed my teeth and headed down. There she was in the kitchen, looking bright and early. “Hi, Doctor,” she grinned the moment she saw me. “I made breakfast.” She pointed at a plate of toast with strawberry frosting and a spoonful of caviar.

My eyes glanced at one of the price tags. “No wonder,” I muttered quietly. My lips lifted slightly, cynically. The price listed for a piece of Red Velvet was astonishing. Maybe this is where the exclusivity they offer lies. “Harvey likes the almond bread there,” said Max, pointing to one corner of the display case. ‘Every time I said I would stop by, he always whined to be bought.” I smiled. ’For Giselle, it must be the chocolate croissant, right?” Max blinked. “Your guess is almost right. What Giselle likes the most is Raisin Chocolate Bread. The croissant you mentioned is just a backup for her.”

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

Normal people heard a stubborn man talking about coffee. “Exactly,” she said as she opened the pastry box. “Which means I just saved you both from a caffeine tragedy.” The scent of butter and warm sugar immediately filled the room. Croissants, pain au chocolat, almond pastries, and something covered in lemon glaze were arranged far too beautifully for food that would be destroyed with bare hands. Noelle pulled out the chair between Rafael’s seat and mine. Technically, the conference table was rectangular, and the chair wasn’t actually between us.