Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

She kept the plain one, deciding to dip it in her latte. Jaida watched as Arius began to drink the cup of black coffee. She couldn't believe that he liked it that strong. Not only was it strong coffee, but he hadn't even allowed it to cool off. He was just drinking it when the cup alone had nearly burned her fingers. He didn't seem to mind the burning black liquid in the least.

I asked, running after him. “I'm making no stops on my way, I can't stress poor Jeff all because I'm your cousin, so as soon as we get to the office you have to hitch a Ride to get me coffee from the the tea pot, it's a cafe right down the street, you could walk if you wish to but I would not advice of that, I need it at standard temperature and nothing else. And right after you have gotten me the coffee you can get me some sandwich right by the restaurant across the office building, I want just three slices of tomatoes, four onions and heavy charged with ground beef jerky

As fresh as possible. *** Just to let you know, a cold shower and hot coffee do miracles. But like, freezing cold shower and melting hot coffee. So I just sit in the little kitchen and drink my coffee, still wrapped up in a towel and cursing myself for letting my anger take the best out of me again. Who thought drinking a whole bottle is a good idea? I don't even know how I managed to come back home. Or more like, I don't remember. Ding-dong.

He is just here, in a car, holding a coffee, looking at the woman he is dating with the small, tired, very real look of a man who is here because he is here. I take a sip. It is the right coffee. It is the exact right coffee. It is the coffee I have been drinking for six weeks, the coffee with caramel drizzle and oat milk, the coffee that I described to him in a recovery room while on morphine, the coffee that he has been ordering for me, in paper cups, with foam hearts, in the small, private way that has become the entire thing. I lean back in the seat. I close my eyes for a second. I think: day one was hell.

The door opens silently. He is there. Dressed simply in black pants and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. He holds a tray. The smell of hot coffee, toasted bread, and fresh fruit reaches me, a delicious and absurd fragrance in this place of perdition. He sets the tray on the bed next to me. — Good morning, I brought you something to eat, get up!

Warren entered the clubhouse at ten to eight and followed the smell of coffee. He poured a huge mug of the stuff, ignored the milk and sugar. It was an unspoken rule that real men drank black coffee, and although he hated the bitter taste, he needed the caffeine. Badly.

“It’s processed at high temperatures so it is shelf-stable and doesn’t need refrigeration.” “It tastes like dust,” he said, pushing the cup away. I took his cup and used some of the milk in my coffee. I took a sip. It made the coffee slightly less bitter, but the kid was right. It tasted awful. Jareth continued to sip his coffee black, with no sugar.

I don't know how rich people's mind worked, so I just grabbed the cup, thanked him and took a very large gulp of the hot sweet coffee. This should knock me right back to my senses.

Clayton grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, letting it hang loose to air dry. Camden lay in front of the crackling fireplace, feeling the warmth slowly seep into her body, her muddy toes peeking out from under the cozy blanket. "Cam?" Clayton called out. "Yeah?" she replied, her voice filled with weariness. "I'm making myself some coffee. Can I make you some hot chocolate?" Clayton offered. "Mmmm... Sounds good," Camden replied. "Well, actually, I'm making myself an Irish coffee, if I'm being honest," Clayton confessed. "It's been one of those days..." he sighed. "And it's only 2 pm..." Camden perked up. "Make it two Irish coffees," She stated, eager to feel the calm relaxation that t

"Thanks. Now, what can I do for you?" "Let's get everything off to a good start, Zari. Let me see. First, I need a cup of coffee. I like my coffee strong like my men and sweet but a little rough. So only two packets of sugar. And a hint of cream for smoothness. Have that on my desk between 9 am -9:30Sincesince you are a secretary, shouldn't you write that down?" I huffed and jotted her request down on my iPad. Make my coffee piping hot!