Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

At that moment, Kathy was pouring hot water. "Wilson?" "Kathy? What brings you here?" Wilson's face lit up with joy upon seeing Kathy, and he greeted her with a smile. "There's no hot water in my office, so I came to fetch some." The scent of coffee drifted from Kathy's cup, prompting Wilson to take two deep breaths, the recollection of that night in Maple Leaf Country still fresh in his mind. "Do you enjoy this brand of coffee?" Kathy affirmed, "Even though it's instant coffee, it offers a flavor and aroma almost comparable to handcrafted brews."

“You cannot be so sure.” Whist they spoke, Zed emerged from the kitchen, holding a cup of black coffee, which he stirred with a spoon. The aroma of the coffee filled the room, and the steam rising from the cup made it look like a cauldron of magic potion. “This contains black coffee,” he said to the group, his voice deep and husky. “It’s the only thing that keeps me going.” He took a sip from the cup and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. “Black coffee is beneficial to me,” he continued. “It helps me stay alert and focused. It’s also a great source of antioxidants.”

Zhuang Jia said, "My mom taught me the secret, make sure to brew the coffee with 90 degree hot water, one degree not more, one degree not less." "Well ...... it tastes good, slightly bitter." The man said and took a few more sips. "Coffee, of course it will be bitter ......" Zhuang Jia opened the sugar box on the table and helped him clip a square of sugar. "You go on." The man prodded, "What happened back there with you and that 14 year old boy?" Zhuang Jia's hands clasped together, slowly rubbing the dampness at the palms of her hands, her panicked heart eerily calming down ......

A full-on whiteout. Snow is still falling in vicious, sideways sheets, wind shoving at the glass so hard the panes rattle. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I drag a hand over my face, sighing, bracing for the inevitable claustrophobia. Then a smell so familiar warm, dark and bitter in a way that makes my stomach twist painfully. Coffee! It didn’t smell like the instant kind and those cheap motel powder. Actual freshly brewed black coffee, and it’s the perfect number one fix I take every morning.

He handed Caleb a cup of hot chocolate, and the latter glowered at him, “Do you perceive me as a kid? Tsk, I said I want coffee,” “Caffeine is not good for you, kiddo,” Cohen flicked his finger on Caleb’s forehead. Caleb growled and smacked his head with the paper he was holding. “Tsk, that hurts!” Cohen complained. Caleb was about to hit him again, but a woman arrived from behind Cohen.

"Bastard!" The coffee, without a doubt, was a masterpiece. Rich, aromatic, and tantalizing sweet fragrance. I wondered if Renato had brewed it as a feeble apology for the state he'd left me in. "Jesus, for the love of all things holy!" I hissed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand after taking a scalding sip. My tongue felt like it was on fire, as if a thousand fiery sparks had erupted on its surface. "Shit! It's hot enough to melt steel!"

Rina wished she could have coffee at the coffee place across the street from the fashion house, but it only took one appearance to get people talking, she had to make do with preparing her coffee from home. Today, because the weather was hotter than normal, she made a tall glass of ice cappuccino and went through the hassle of taking it along with her in a taxi, because she still didn’t think it was time to take her car to work.

“It’s nice and cold.” Today, for the first time since I got here, I think I’d prefer the coffee. I was up most of the night, hoping to hear from Johnathan again, but he’s been quiet. And I didn’t want to mind link with him in case he was in a battle or something. I am tired. The caffeine is just what I need to perk me up. “The coffee will be fine. Thank you, Chad.” Smiling, the butler nods and pours the coffee into a steel mug. “Milk and sugar?”

He asked angry. "I am just waiting for it to cool off so I won't cough again. "You can best enjoy a coffee when it is hot. And besides, I am almost finishing mine don't you think it has already cooled down to a drinking degree?" He said and I looked at my coffee.it is already still and the smoke has already elapsed. "OMG, you are right ray. I didn't know it's cool off already." I said and picked it up. "You are something else," he said with a smirk.

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.