Gourmet Coffee Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Then I groaned when I remembered the pending interview I was to give a prissy model from an equally prissy fashion house. I mentally opened Romanov and crammed the fudging snob into it.

A culinary expert could produce nothing greater. The rich aroma of the blend of the stew, warm rolls and dark roasted coffee encouraged the juices in his stomach to come to life. He was hungry. With nothing more to do, he sat down to enjoy his mid-day fare. He’d barely sopped the last of the broth from the bowl with his roll before his eyes grew heavy. He gulped down the last of his coffee and made his way to the cot. Within a matter of a few seconds, he was fast asleep. ****

Celia came to her senses. Just then, Norah got up, pretending to worry about Nicole. “Stop talking if you know nothing, Nicole. They often drink coffee.” Norah was convinced that Nicole was lying. Those who knew nothing would think that what Norah said was more believable. After all, how many times did a country girl drink coffee? Right then, a magnetic voice came. “Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.”

"Many say that this coffee is the tastiest and most expensive in the cafe and I want to give it to you as a token of thanks, Ms. Pujha." A proud smile graced Pujha's lips and she held out her hand. Audrey handed her a coffee cup, but instead of giving it to Pujha, she splashed the contents of the cup in Pujha's face. Everyone gasped, seeing Pujha covered in the dark brown liquid. Her hair, face, clothes, even her pastel colored shoes, soon turned brown and dirty with coffee grounds. Pujha screamed loudly. "D*mn! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I watched the smoke disappear, and I questioned myself, Did I just wake up from a dream inside another dream? In front of me is a round wooden dining table covered with black glossy paint. I notice how the other chair is stuck out from the table. There is a small black cup of coffee prepared on top of the table. The smoke which came from the cup smelled of roasted coffee. The smell is so alluring that it makes me hold the cup which is still warm. I watch how the tiny bubbles float on the surface of the coffee. I Slowly sip from the cup of coffee, too much creamer, I thought.

A pastry and a coffee is not a good lunch, but beggars can’t be choosers and my first pay-cheque went on text books for college. My injuries are almost healed, the last of them nearly gone, but the ones still left are at the itchy stage. Just one more stress on top of mystery vampire plots, missing Mates, new student information overload and wolf-unfriendly manicured city parks. Ac Cappuccino is heaving, so I can add that to the stress list too. The queue almost reaches the door, and I can’t see a single free seat. Frost is stewing not so quietly at the back of my mind, but about half way to the counter he noses forwards. I don’t really pay attention, until I get a good sniff at the air in h

And as a husband who knew me well, he chanted his order like he’s been doing it for ages, barely looking at the menu list. “Pasta in white sauce, beef tapa, and green salad with lemon vinaigrette,” then he paused and looked at Kim. “How about yours, Mr. Mori?” Kim glanced at me before turning to Zed, “I’ll have the same. Other foods might irritate Miss Yen.” “How about your drinks, sir?” the waiter asked, shifting his eyes between Kim and Zed. "Two glasses of cold matcha," Kim ordered confidently. "No, matcha has caffeine. It's not good for pregnant women," objected Zed. I cringed in discomfort as I saw Kim's expression turning dark in anger. Of course, Kim had been a CEO for a very long tim

“We didn’t?—” “Coffee?” he interrupts, setting his briefcase on the table before grabbing the pot, which none of us have touched yet, off the far counter. Though the basket of individually wrapped muffins and stack of oranges and bananas are tempting, my guts are too unruly to handle food. “These are freshly ground beans from Sea Glass. Amazing stuff, you have to try it.” I give Adriana a squinty glance. She cringes, mouthing, He can be oblivious, sorry, at me. Turning in my chair, I flash a tense smile at Jonah.

As we walked in the haul, I could see tables and food buffet style, the littles and subs always get the food set to the side for them even if the food time was over, but the doms, they'll have to do with whatever they find, again, I should know I'm the one who created this system. "Coffee?" I say I don't remember ever writing about coffee in the stories, I should have added a coffee machine with all-you-can-drink Nespresso, and lattes on the go, stupid me, I never regretted not adding my coffee addiction into my stories until now. "Yeah, we'll get you coffee," Raphael says and suddenly he became my favourite just like I wrote it. "Brother, I love you," I tell Raphael making him smile. "And I