God Coffee Novels & Stories

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.

I shook my head. "Okay, but have you ever tried a triple mocha?" I raised a brow towards Josh. "I will take that as a no with the assumption that Xavier probably gave you black coffee?" Coffee can be made in other ways? "Come on," he said, linking our arms, "I'll show you the life." I was taken to a little restaurant that seemed to only sell coffees and teas. I was a little embarrassed at how long it was taking to read the menu so I got Josh's recommended triple mocha. "So!" Josh grinned while Zay rolled her eyes in his direction. "What do you think?" I hesitated in bringing the straw to my lips, although the drink did look delicious. Swirls of chocolate decorated the clear cup filled with a

They went straight into the makeshift loft and sat across from Takuya and his grandson, looking perfectly at ease. "Welcome," Takuya said. With a warm smile, Takuya poured two steaming cups of coffee. "Try this Colombian Gold coffee. Please, enjoy!" Alexander lifted the cup and downed the coffee in one swift motion. Setting the cup down, he said calmly, "Now that we've had our coffee, let's get to the point."

Why can’t things go the way I want? I rushed through my cold shower, so I’d have plenty of time to make something for breakfast and figure out how we would get her a coffee she’d like. This is the Adirondack Mountains. We don’t have fancy coffee. We have Folgers or Maxwell House. We have varied roasts, but not like espresso or something fancy.

"Cognac and coffee." "Might as well make it all of us," Krista said. "Wow, that is strong," Krista coughed when she tasted the snifter of Louis XIII cognac that Inga handed to her. "David loved cognac," Susan sighed, swirling her snifter. "Wow, that tastes great," Zach said. "I'm not sure that I've ever had any before." "This coffee is incredible," Krista said after taking a sip. "I've never tasted coffee like this."

Upon noticing the situation, he smiled at her and said, “Please, sit.” Ivy took a seat opposite Adrian. He then got up and poured her a cup of coffee. “This is the coffee that Internal Affairs’ Chase drinks frequently. It’s purported to cost tens of thousands of dollars per fifty grams. It’s reserved coffee from Mount Caligo. Have a taste!” he said while beckoning toward the coffee mug. Ivy picked up the mug but did not drink. Instead, she looked at Adrian and said, “Go ahead and ask your questions. We’re already at the end of our rope now. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“Fine. But if you drink, then I drink Grayson. If it’s okay for you to put into your body, then it’s okay to put into our child's.” He scoffed, “Point taken. You win again Amber. But I’ll make the coffee as that shit you make tastes like weakness. My godson makes stronger coffee than that. Honestly, he brewed me a cup last summer when I couldn’t figure out how to work the one in their guesthouse.” “Well, he certainly doesn’t get that particular skill from his bio mother. But put your money where your mouth is Mr. Godwin and hit me with your best brew.” “And no ruining it with pumpkin spice or French Vanilla garbage. That’s forbidden in my kitchen.”

Geoff said, grinning ear to ear. They walked on, passing a coffee shop where people sat tapping away at laptops. Geoff nudged him inside, steering him toward the counter. “Choose whatever you like,” Geoff said. Keenan scanned the glowing menu board, his lips moving as he tried to piece together the names. “Caramel… macchiato… latte. These are spells.” “They’re just coffee drinks,” Geoff said, amused. The barista looked up expectantly. Keenan straightened, gripping his pride like a sword. “I will have… your strongest potion.”