God Coffee Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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…"

"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.

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.

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

I was really fucking shocked when there was honey in it already. I raised an eyebrow at him while taking a bigger drink of it. “Your mate introduced it to mine the day of the Luna ceremony and said the honey had turned you away from black coffee. So, my mate decided to try some and had me try some. It’s not bad at all and definitely improves plain coffee,” Kade explained. That was true and had converted some of the devout plain coffee drinkers. We continued talking, or they did because I was not in a talking mood, until the doctor came through the waiting room doors and looked around for us.

She had expanded her knowledge beyond the realm of beans, deep into the realm of substance, syrups, beer, spirits, and everything in between. And as she stood behind the counter, her hands expertly crafting customized coffee creations, she couldn't help but smile. Georgina had realized that her journey wasn't just about providing a good cup of coffee; it was about creating a community, where people could gather, connect, and explore new flavors together. Bean Bliss had become more than just a coffee shop; it had become a haven for those seeking a taste of something different, a place where the adventurous spirit in everyone could find satisfaction in every sip.