Espresso X Madeleine Novels & Stories

Arlen stood, an apron dusted with flour, hair short and a little mussed from working, and the right side of his cheeks stained with flour. Arlen glanced between them, clearly noticing that they were in the middle of something, "Max said you wanted to see me?" "Did he?" Brennon said, a full smirk on. "Then I guess he meant Cade." Cade resisted gritting his teeth and glaring at Brennon. Instead, "what spread would you recommend with this croissant." "Oh, uh, it depends on what you like. There's Nutella, peanut butter, cream cheese and fruit jams." "What would you prefer?" Cade asked, staring at him.

Damien asked with a serious expression. “The duck, those two salads, the red bulgur with mushrooms and the lemonade,” she listed. Then looking at Ellen she continued with laughter bubbling through her words. “Ellen made a cheeseboard because Arsen once mentioned he likes cheese and cured meats, she baked Mikado and Tiramisu not sure which one Arsen would like more, also ran to the bakery after school to buy fresh three types of bread, which by the way she harassed to be baked in the afternoon instead of the morning, and a coffee drink that’s in the refrigerator because once she noticed Arsen drink two cups of coffee instead of one, so by iron logic he likes coffee.”

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but then returned to normal. "Delicious." Kristian caught on to this and took the fork from Madeleine's hand to pick up the fried egg and took a bite. It was sweet. He was startled for a moment, then took another sip of coffee, which was salty. "I did it again." Madeleine looked into the man's eyes and said, "I liked to eat sweet fried eggs and salty coffee." "Sorry, I got it wrong." "I really liked it, I'm not lying to you," said Madeleine, as she finished eating the fried egg in one bite and took a sip of coffee. "It has a unique taste, thank you."

“What are you doing, Vivian? If you’re looking for the wine cellar, it’s three doors down on the left. Though I’d advise against it. Lucian’s already smelled enough bourbon today to fuel a small car.” “I’m not looking for wine,” I muttered, turning back to the counter. I felt exposed. “I’m… I’m hungry. And I didn’t want to wake anyone.” Isabel walked closer, her eyes scanning the ingredients I’d lined up: eggs, butter, sugar, flour, and a jar of honey. She raised an eyebrow. “You’re making Madeleines? Since when does the girl who complains about the calorie count of a grape decide to bake French pastries in the middle of the night?”

"What do you want to make, Miss? I want to make hot tea in a big teapot.” “No, sir.” Gadis didn't want to drink tea this morning. somehow, cappuccino was more tempting to her tongue this morning. was it because of the breakfast she made? Garlic butter bread goes very well with a warm cup of cappuccino. “Or do you want to make something, Miss? Let's do it all.” “Doesn't it bother you?” asked Gadis in a rather reluctant tone. Even though it was one part of Mardi's job, but still, Gadis felt that she could do it herself.

Together we had more than enough money to never work again. I couldn't help but imagine a never-ending succession of mornings just like this one as I sat there drinking the cappuccino that Michael had made for me using the high-end espresso machine in the kitchen. Isabella and I were inhaling the delicious, freshly baked croissants Michael had gotten us this morning. They were still warm, and tasted like no other pastry I had ever encountered.

The owner slides a tiny cup of pitch-black liquid, a golden, flaky croissant, and a small dish of marinated olives and soft-core cheese across the counter. Mia downs her own tiny cup in one swift, elegant motion. She taps the counter. "Your turn. Drink." Elias eyes the thimble-sized cup with deep suspicion. He lifts it and takes a sip. Instantly, his stoic facade cracks. The sheer, unadulterated, violently bitter espresso hits his tongue without mercy. "This..." Elias slowly lowers the cup, politely fighting the urge to grimace. "Is incredibly...concentrated." "It's a ristretto," Mia laughs, her eyes crinkling. "Shorter extraction than a standard espresso. Locals drink it straight."

Brianna said, offering a faint smile. She took a sip of royal milk tea, savoring the shooting warmth that spread through her. The madeleines were light and fluffy, each bite bringing a subtle sweetness that perfectly complemented the tea. "Everything still tastes the same. Makes me want more, next time I will buy a cake. If… I had more money," she mused silently, smiling, and grabbing her belly. Sensing her baby was happy too with this little dessert. Just as she was engrossed in the delicate flavor of the madeleines, the barista approached her again. This time, he brought him… cakes?

“ I grinned, loving the idea. *** The breakfast spread was obnoxiously perfect The assorted delicacies were mouthwatering. Fluffy croissants, carved fruit in tiny spirals, fresh-pressed juice in glass pitchers, and some kind of scrambled egg dish that smelt like paradise. Madden sat at the head of the long marble table, flipping through something on his tablet, black coffee in one hand. I stirred honey into my tea and watched him over the rim of my cup. He hadn’t said a word since I walked in.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The kitchen staff were already filtering in, hands full of porcelain and silver, fresh pastries, fruits, and whatever vegan alchemy Claire had somehow managed to conjure for the little sunshine currently seated next to me. Madeleine was trying to disappear into the breakfast chair like she wasn’t used to being anywhere so comfortable. Her curls were still a little wild from sleep, and she kept pushing a strand behind her ear every few seconds without realizing it. She looked like she didn’t know what to do with all this.