God Coffee Novels & Stories

She was so quick that I suspected she had used instant coffee powder. Once I had the cup in hand, I gave it a gentle sniff. As expected, it smelled like cheap instant coffee. Gianna stood before me and spoke with confidence, "Our beans come from Caldora, and they are the purest Grilla variety. "The flavor is wonderfully layered. Before it even touches your lips, you can catch a faint hint of jasmine. Once it hits your palate, you'll taste a honey-like sweetness along with notes of citrus and cedar—" I couldn't help raising a hand to cut her off. "You served me instant coffee."

They were renting it for the few days they were in town reporting to the brass in the Pentagon before taking a well-deserved leave from the military so long as nothing important came up. They should have been done yesterday, but the email she’d received at the bar last night about today made Kira think they weren’t getting that leave after all. “You look less happy than you usually do after your usual hunt,” Xander said. "I’m fine. Just tired.” Xander followed Kira into the kitchen. Kira ignored her brother and poured herself a mug of Gencaf, slurping at the bitter liquid. Mass-produced original coffee beans become hard to grow after climate change made the delicate Coffee Belt inhospitable

However, if they do come across something suitable, they will bring it back. Kendrick knew that Seamus liked a football star named Griffinpond. Therefore, on the day he returned to his home country, he specifically visited that football star and obtained his autograph for Seamus before departing. Afterwards, it was Scott's turn for the gift. Those were three different degrees of roasted coffee beans, roasted and made by a famous barista personally. They were not available for purchase in the market, and since the barista often traveled, it took some luck to be able to receive this gift.

"I could not help but notice the manner in which your interactions with Master Austin have changed." "Uh.." "He made you a cup of his famous coffee earlier that caught me off guard." She mused. "He never wants anyone to touch it." I chuckled nervously. " He had simply wanted me to have a taste of the so called Rwanda coffee beans." I said apprehensively. "That is all." "From his cup? You share a cup?" I swallowed a huge lump of guilt. My eyes getting teary it was suddenly hard for me to stay composed and she looked at me closely.

Tiffany kept her head down, clutching the tray of coffees like a holy relic. "Delivery for the penthouse suite," Tiffany said, pitching her voice an octave lower as she reached the security desk. The guard didn't even look up from his monitor. "Name?" "Uh, Ravencourt. It’s a standing order." The guard paused, his brow furrowing. "Mr. Ravencourt doesn't drink iced lattes. He drinks black coffee. Hot, from a specific bean in Ethiopia that costs more than my car." Tiffany didn't miss a beat. "It’s for the guests. Big meeting. You want to be the guy who makes the board of directors wait for their caffeine fix?"

"You look tired. Rough night?" I clutch my backpack straps tighter, using them as an anchor to reality. "What are you doing here? How do you even know which locker is mine?" Gabriel pushes himself away from the metal door with fluid grace, extending one of the coffee cups toward me. "I asked around," he says simply. "And I thought you might need this." The coffee smells like heaven—dark roast with just a hint of vanilla, which happens to be exactly how I like it. But there's no way he could know that, is there? I eye him suspiciously, making no move to accept his offering.

Upon hearing Sawyer's announcement, everyone perked up and approached with smiles. The breakfast provided by Alex had been purchased from a nearby café and was delicately presented and delicious. As Sawyer distributed the meals, Candice paid him no mind and continued walking out of the room. "Hey, where are you off to?" Angela called out, a cup of coffee in hand. "The coffee beans from this café are from Sepros and quite popular," she added, introducing the coffee's origin. Candice replied, "I've been steering clear of coffee lately." Understanding, Angela nodded. "Right, considering your pregnancy, it's best to be cautious."

Radar replies, pointing to the coffee shop/restaurant across the street. Radar’s given name is Kristin, but almost nobody calls her that except her parents. She’s been my best friend almost from the day she was born, which was just one day after me. The outdoor patio of the place she’s watching is crowded, even though there’s been no real coffee available to the general public for at least a decade. Instead, patrons are sipping satz-coff with their snacks. Brewed from old palm fronds and laced with artificial caffeine, the coffee substitute—short for ersatz coffee—is the drink of choice for caffeine junkies despite its somewhat bitter taste.

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

The rich aroma filled the air, and I felt a familiar sense of comfort wash over me. Two milks, one sugar, and a pinch of salt—that was my secret formula to elevate my coffee to heavenly heights. It transformed the bitter brew into a creamy, sweet indulgence with just the right hint of savory goodness, making each sip a little moment of bliss that I eagerly anticipated every morning.