God Coffee Novels & Stories

Brandon settled on a sofa, and they mirrored him by sitting on the other sofa in the room to face each other. “Now—” Brandon began, but was interrupted as a beautiful redhead handed him a cup of coffee and left two more cups for the guests before moving away but not leaving the room. “Oh, thanks, my love. Ah…delicious. Nothing like a good Mexican black coffee.” “Well, if you’re a fan of bitter coffee, I recommend trying the ‘vampire coffee’ they sell on 60th Street. It has a weird name, but it’s delicious,” Nicholas suggested as he took a sip from his own cup.

Besides the bed, there is a desk with a computer, a television, and a large table in the middle of the room; Hugo sits there and invites Jefferson to sit with him. Jefferson sat across from Hugo, who was opening their drink, handing him the glass along with a paper straw that would soften a few hours. "I bought you a frappuccino with extra whipped cream. I hope you like it." Jefferson just nodded and drank it. He likes almost all types of coffee, and as long as the smell of the coffee still can refresh his eyes, Jefferson will definitely like it. While Hugo sipped his drink, from its color, it looked like he ordered matcha. "It tastes good, right?"

Angela opened the door at the sound of his husky voice and stepped in, placing the cup of coffee on his table with controlled precision. “Your black coffee, Mr Woodbead. Just the way you demand it.” she said politely. Gideon raised his eyebrows at her unusually sweet tone and glanced at the black, steaming liquid. He picked up the cup and took a slow sip. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before his lips twitched in dissatisfaction.

Also at this moment, I already like a super human by human standard and thus my sense are sharp, so I know that there is something different about my coffee, Different that it usually smells. “Well!…that is because…the coffee that were used in your coffee….is a new type of Coffee!…..and I made them!!…”.(Yggdrasil) “Huh?…”. Now that is a shocker, Yggdrasil made them, that is rather hard to believe, but judging from her excited reaction, this seems to be 100 percent true, in fact, as I reeled back from by brief stupor, I gazed at all 4 of her mothers, and all of them nodded at me, saying what she said were true.

Joshua took Hazel's hand intimately, and Hazel allowed him. "See coffee! Look!" Hazel took the coffee in front of them. "A gift..." Rachel said she wanted to refuse it immediately, but when her eyes fell on the coffee, she couldn't help but sigh, "This is... Blue Mountain Coffee?" Harry’s face also changed, and he carefully took the coffee. He then said, "This aroma...is much thicker than the ordinary blue mountain coffee." “Well,” Joshua said faintly, "This is made from coffee beans grown above the altitude of 2,100 meters. I don’t know too much about coffee. I heard Hazel said that you are both good at this, so I think this coffee found the true masters."

No note either. "You do know it's dangerous to accept drinks from strangers, right?" Adam leaned against my doorway in a sky blue large sweater, jeans, and a white t-shirt, holding his own cup of coffee from Starbucks. I know who to thank now, but that's never going to happen. "I do, but I doubt anyone would roofie a coffee? Wouldn't they counteract one another?" I sat down sipping my hot dose of morning joe. "Maybe. But.." I could see his wheels turning in his head and it made me laugh. "What if the coffee was decaf." He pointed at me.

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

PRESENT DAY... As agreed upon the night before, Mia was the one to provide the coffee. She carefully selected the beans from her favorite local roastery, ensuring they were fresh and aromatic. The rich scent filled her kitchen as she ground them, heightening her anticipation for the morning ahead. It wasn’t just about the coffee—it was about the quiet significance of the gesture. She wanted the first thing Erik tasted that morning to be something she had chosen, something that carried a part of her. As she poured the dark liquid into a thermos, she imagined his reaction—the way his lips would curve into that familiar, thoughtful smile, the same one that had always made her heart stutter, eve

Troy I pick my coffee off the counter with a smile at the barista. I’m not generally a fan of coffee chains, but this little hole in the wall place is a secret gem that makes great coffee exactly how I like it: dark, rich, and soul filling. I turn and nearly bump into a familiar individual. “Hello, Troy.” Konan offers that pretty-boy smile of his, and I want to smash my fist into his perfect teeth. I refrain, of course. “Konan.” I nod my head in his direction, taking a sip of my coffee and instantly feel the searing pain of all my tastebuds being killed off in a tidal wave of boiling hot liquid.

“Oh, you are here. Cristofer, I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I bought you a cup of coffee. Would you like to have a taste?” After sipping the coffee, Cristofer asked, “Blue Mountain Coffee?” “I know you like drinking Blue Mountain Coffee the most, so I bought the coffee nearby and brought them with you so you can drink the coffee that one. Since there is no coffee machine here, the coffee may not taste as good as that I made for you before. If you don’t like it, I’ll make you some coffee again when we get home.” Cristofer nodded. “Thank you.” “Oh, Miss Hudson. I forgot that you are also here. Sorry. I only bought one cup of coffee,” Gretchen smiled gently.