God Coffee Novels & Stories

After everything he had been through, he needed this break to bask in the love and miracles around him. Abel raised his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, failing to hide the scrunching of his nose. He groaned, looking at Ashlyn. "I miss Kass' coffee." Abel sighed. "Mila found this special decaf blend at the market and refuses to let me drink any of the good stuff," he pouted, placing his cup to the side of the screen. Ashlyn covered her laugh with her hand. She's just looking out for you, Ashlyn answered, knowing that she would have done the same had she been in Mila's position. Anything that might help to prolong his life for just a little longer was worth trying.

She skimmed it quickly. "Ding." Another email. Probably meeting docs, she figured. But the second she clicked it open, her eyebrows lifted in visible disbelief. Email subject: [Alpha's Personal Preferences Guide.] What the actual hell? She opened the cursed file. The level of detail? Straight-up insane. First cup of coffee: Ethiopian Geisha, natural process, exactly 20g, water at precisely 92°C. After naps? Japanese gyokuro made with 70°C water. Working past midnight? Sparkling water, exactly three ice cubes.

"It smells terrific. What kind of coffee do you use?" "Arabica Gayo. Common brand coffee is quite popular, and I bought it at a big market in Southeast Asia while on vacation last month." Carol explained while pulling up a chair to sit right beside Tristan. "I thought a successful, wealthy, and independent woman like you would just like all kinds of expensive things that are extraordinarily luxurious, but I guess I was wrong."

When she saw 'Hannah Adames' displayed on the screen, she couldn't help smiling. Since she returned to the country, she never really smiled genuinely. It was time for her to relax today! At this time, the sunset painted the small building downtown with a thin, velvety layer of orange-gold. Gently Cafeteria' was the most romantic and warmest place to taste coffee in A city. The coffee beans were sourced from Brazil. They didn't use fake goods and was fully authentic, but it was also very expensive. Of course, the people who could come here were all rich young masters, wealthy young ladies, and officials.

Gemma asked as she grabbed her black Jimmy Choo wallet out from her designer bag and looked at her cold friends. Maddie fixed her blonde hair, putting it back into place after the wind had blown it around. She sat more comfortably on the black and green couch, sinking into the red pillows behind her. She looked up at Gemma as she grinned “I know what you want” Gemma smiled “You coffee fiend” “Hey, what can I say, a Piccolo Latte completes me” She sighed dramatically “I don’t know how you drink that stuff!” Cindy shuddered “Could I just have a Green Tea, oh oh no wait; a organic ginger peach white”

"FUCK!" He drinks much water and exaggerates as if he doesn't want to taste earlier. "You're overacting, cutie. Come here," Angelito pats his lap, and Denver sits on it. "This is one of the expensive coffee beans in the world. Do you think it's still disgusting?" "It came from faeces. What the hell, Angel." Angelito laughs at him as he hugs his body, letting him sit comfortably. "You need to learn the way of the riches—"

“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.”

The guard met her to take her things and put them in the container for customers. What she knows is that its name was not Greg and George's International Coffee before. She searched for it on the internet. GGIC used to be just a small vendor so maybe with the persistence of the owner it grew and grew. When her things were settled, a waiter greeted Frances and she also greeted her. She sat near the glass wall. She took another picture of herself and a picture for Greg and George's International Coffee.

She went straight to Leanna's office, and Leanna's eyes narrowed instantly. "You didn't do anything good last night!" Zoey glared at her and said, "Help me make a cup of coffee." "Understood!" Leanna served her a freshly brewed cup of coffee, adding two cubes of sugar. "Try it, it's the Blue Mountain Coffee Bean that was just delivered this morning." Zoey stirred it with a small spoon and took a taste, "It's quite fragrant." Leanna stood by her side, leaning against the table, her eyes glancing at the red mark on her neck. "So intense, how does it feel?"

"Mhmm, if it's not plain coffee, what type of coffee is this?" A grin plastered on my face because I knew she'd freak out with what I was about to say. "it's called Kopiu Luwak, also known as civet coffee. It is made from coffee beans which have been eaten and digested by a civet. A small cat-like animal." "The beans from the droppings of the animal are then cleaned and roasted to reduce bitterness." I added. I watched as her face scrunched up, and the mouthful of coffee in her mouth stopped going downward. She gave me a dead stare looked around the coffee shop then painfully swallowed the remaining coffee in her mouth.