Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

Jade said and stood up and gulped down the coffee. “Is the coffee that delicious that you don't even care if it will scald your mouth because of the heat?”. I asked her. “I don't know either, the aroma of the coffee drives me crazy as soon as I inhale it and I just drink without caring if it's hot or not”. She answered. “That's quite strange”. I replied. “Kieran, I want more coffee, I can't seem to stop craving it”. She said and she started itching her throat, then all of her body, she felt really uncomfortable.

“I'll take care of your dog for a month.” “Genna…” “Okay fine! I’ll bring you your insanely hot coffee every morning.” “Anna already does that. And what do you mean by insanely hot?” She grumbled, folding her arms. “Argh fine. I’ll just go alone then. And by insanely hot, I mean your taste buds are dead and your tongue has no sensors. No normal person drinks coffee that’s straight off a two hour boil.” I blinked at her as she walked away, feeling a bit hurt. Was that kind of coffee actually considered hot if it wasn’t boiling?

His gaze locked on his laptop's screen, a cup of hot coffee sitting on the table near his system. “You`re up already,” I said, leaning by the door. He spared me a brief glance before returning to his laptop. “Coffee?” he asked. I nodded and approached. Pulled out a chair and sat across from him, waiting, while he breezed in and out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. Unlike his, this one was thick with the smell of creamy milk, cocoa, and lightly roasted beans. It smelled like warmth itself. Soft, comforting, almost like a hug you could drink.

He fills me with hope that someday Richie is gonna wake up too. I exchange warm greetings with all of Richie’s family members, including Emily, who lights up with a smile when she sees me. It’s nice to feel that kind of welcome. While we’re all chatting and catching up, Abel’s eyes land on the coffee I’m holding, and he asks, "Is that a caramel spice latte?" "Yeah," I reply "That’s Richie’s favorite coffee," he says, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I know, I got it for him in case he wakes up. He’d love it when his morning coffee is ready in time," I explain

“Something… darker. Coffee. Whiskey. Something that burns going down.” His mouth tilts into a half-smile, the kind that always seems unintentional with him. “Coffee is for mornings. Whiskey is for forgetting. Hot chocolate—” he pours milk into a pot, sets it on the stove— “is for surviving nights you don’t want to remember but can’t forget.” The words tug at her, soft and steady, but she doesn’t let it show. She leans against the counter, trying to appear casual, though her shoulders are rigid.

I ask him worriedly as I offer the bottle while I pat on his back. Suddenly he jerks my hand away from him like it's a spider, the bottle from my hand flies towards the table and hits the coffee cup, spilling it all over his pants. Hot coffee on Hotty's dick. He abruptly stands up from his chair, frown appears on his majestic face as he glares at me with hot eyes. I look down and see hot coffee dripping from his pants to the carpet. The area where coffee was spilled turns into a darker shade on his pants. I look further down and see the grey color carpet has now turned into dark grey.

We slumped into the sofa and remained silent. "Can...can I get you something?" Joyce stuttered. "Like coffee or hot chocolate?" "Hot chocolate?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Raph takes it a lot while I indulge in my coffee," Joyce explained. "He is a mini version of you, so who knows? You just might love hot chocolate. So, which one?" "I'll go with coffee," I replied, gradually becoming more comfortable. She was done with the coffee in two minutes and brought it, handing over mine to me. Joyce settled back on the sofa and rested her gaze on me.

I asked him" do you like to have any drinks?" "Mm" I called my secretary. I turned my face to Mr. Walter " tea or coffee? " " black coffee " I suddenly got an idea after hearing his answer. I again turned my face to Mr. Edmin " a cup of black coffee and a cup of coffee " when he went out. I took my office phone from the drawer and texted my secretary. _____ - make the black coffee spicier and hot and get a bowl of cube salts instead of sugar .ok?

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

I huffed pushing the door open “ Creed doesn’t think cream cheese on a bagel tastes good. He’s literally not human.” Ryan griped “ Is that really what you two are arguing about?” Walking over to the coffee mug that sat on my desk I can tell it is hot which means the cook just brought it in not too long ago. Taking a sip, I take in the hotness that runs down my throat as peace in this messed up word. Anyone who says coffee has no effect on you mentally are people who have never drank and enjoyed coffee before.