God Coffee Novels & Stories

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

“Here, free trade coffee. - Serious? “From the coffee shop across the street. - Good idea. I need to remember to check these places out in the future, not settle with coffee from gas stations. He took a sip, then smiled. - Oh yes. Thanks, Jenna. He looked into my glass. “That's not chamomile. “Rooibos. Red sticks instead of cut grass. He made a face and I laughed. Back at the trailer, I asked him as he pulled out of the gas station: "Did we make up for lost time?" - Not a lot. We can take the coastal road through much of Oregon, but as

Taking a deep breath the familiar smell of the dark roasted coffee reaches his nose. Lifting his head up just to come face to face with Ren who was grinning ear to ear learning back against the chair. “Hello! How are you doing Yamaga here is the coffee your type one with half spoon of sugar, dark roasted coffee with less amount of milk strong and dark like your soul. “Thanks, I needed that” gave a small smile lifting up the warm cup of coffee against his lips, blowing a little just to take a sip the next second. “Sooo~”

A little while later, Ezekiel returned with the cup of coffee and Gadreel took of sip of it. Instantly, he frowned and looked at the beverage in his cup. It was coffee alright, but not just THE coffee he was used to. Not the type of Coffee Ivory brewed for him. A throbbing pain at the side of his head had Gadreel placing the cup down and sighing deeply, especially when he recalled he still had a divorce matter hanging over his head like a looming cloud.

Jack rushed towards us “Yes. You can have it” I handed him the last donut “Wait” he turned to Rickon “Are you eating that?” “What does it look like?” Rickon took another bite “You told me it tasted like shit” Jack gasped dramatically making me laugh “Is that their coffee too?” His eyes widened as if he was seeing the most shocking thing ever “You only drink hand-ground coffee beans imported from Panama” Jack said “That is definitely not from Panama" I laughed “Get over it” he glared at Jack

I cut myself off before I said too much. Scott’s expression softened, but before he could say anything, I swiped his cup and took a sip. One swallow later, I spat it back into the mug, coughing. “What the actual hell is this?” My face twisted. “Why are you drinking coffee that tastes like charcoal at this hour?” Scott smirked, taking the mug back. “It’s called black coffee. It keeps me awake. And thanks to you, you just ruined it!!. “Well, it was terrible!” “Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.”

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

“Zara’s Java Jolt?” “Yes, ma'am,” the maid says with a happy grin. “That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.”