God Coffee Novels & Stories

That is my mother's domain. "I brought you coffee, sir." "Thank you." I take a sip and it is like the world has become brighter. It has a strong but smooth taste. "This is an amazing coffee. What make is this?" "It is Jacobs Kronung." "Keep them coming please." The waiter nods and walks away. I keep sipping on my coffee. This is the kind of coffee you don't spoil with sugar or creamer. You drink it straight up. The waiter comes back once again with a plate in his hand. He places the plate in front of me. I stare at the plate. It has a big sausage with french fries.

she continued. “That sounds about right. Have you ever tried his coffee beans? They are seriously the best.” “He makes coffee beans?” “Oh my god. I can’t believe he didn’t tell you that. You have to ask him when you get home.” Candace looked down at the table, not wanting to meet my eyes. Our number was called and I retrieved our coffees, sipping mine on the way back. I had to admit, after trying Edwards’s beans, it was hard to appreciate my sugared-up lattes as much. I actually found this was making me feel a bit sick to my stomach.

Willow replied, to which Gwen nodded. “Okay, sir,” She said, “By the way, everyone. I still have several packets of finely ground coffee to hand out. But please keep this a secret from the other departments, I don’t want them to get jealous.” Her utterance cast a laughing spell on the conference room. I didn’t even understand what was so funny about free ground coffee, or why Caruso had accepted the coffee in a meeting as though this was some get together. My initial impression of Willow being a handful had been correct after all.

After having this coffee, only God can save you, Adrita thought and remembered what she had done with the coffee. Flashback Adrita picked up the black pepper powder and red chili powder from the cabinet after making the black coffee. She took five spoons of black pepper powder and red chili powder and mixed them in the black coffee properly so that he wouldn't be suspicious. Adrita smirked evilly looking at the black coffee. Flashback Ends "What are you waiting for, have it." Adrita said with a blank face but in her mind, she was dancing in happiness. Kabir looked at her once again and picked up the coffee mug from the desk and he took it near his mouth to drink it.

"Coffee from starbucks? Seattle's best? Gloria Jeans? What kind of coffee?" Huh? There kinds of coffee? Gideon saw my confusion. "Do you know what is Starbucks?" I Shakes my head. "This is the 1st time I will drink coffee I heard it will wake me up." Gideon has his thoughtful look on his face. He stands from the couch and offered his hand to me. I folded the blanket first then I shyly grab his hand and we went out of his office. As we passby Scotts room he saw us and he winks at me.

“Yeah, I just told them to make it disgusting.” I roll my eyes. “Still drinking it black like the real macho man you are? Or wait, don’t tell me, you and your tech-bro buddies drink fair trade coffee blended with organic butter.” He narrows his eyes at me. “No, I prefer that coffee made from elephant dung. It’s a delicacy.” “Only you would think drinking shit is a delicacy.”

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

“Oddie, you are quite odd. Do you mean to tell me you don't know how to read? You went to school, right? She goes mute. “Don’t worry. I can read it for you.” I point at the label. “It says, CYANIDE. Have you heard about it before?” “Get that thing out of here!” “Why so scared? It’s just a sweetener. Isn't that why you put it in coffee every morning?” “I…I don't know what you are talking about. I have never seen that before. I never put it in Gabriel’s coffee!” BINGO!

“Mmm-hmm. However, I find it…interesting that of all the items you could’ve brought from your place in Denver, a coffeepot topped the list.” “Not just a coffeepot, a coffeemaker,” he scoffed. “The premier all-in-one brew system using the French press method. And I only buy free-trade Guatemalan coffee beans which makes the entire coffee experience nearly—” “Orgasmic?” she supplied.

“I fucking love you.” “That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.” “I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”