Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

The warmth of the coffee lingered within her, a reminder of the comfort and strength that awaited her as she navigated the challenges and joys of the day ahead. Hazel lifted the cup to her lips, savoring the warmth and richness of the coffee with each sip. The familiar bitterness danced on her tongue, a comforting contrast to the lingering haze of the hangover. As she closed her eyes and let the aroma envelop her, a sense of calm washed over her, grounding her in the present moment.

turning back around I walk back to the coffee shop and enter this time, scanning the line I see the him standing at the register about to order again, walking tot he front of the line I stand next to him and listen to him order his drink. "Small lavender, mint tea with honey please" he tell the girl standing at the register, she turns "And what can I get for you sir" my mate turns to see who she's talking to and his eyes widen slightly. "Medium hot chocolate and a black coffee" she nods her head and types it in. "Twenty-two, fifty" she says and I hand her my card before my mate can take out him money. "Ok it will be ready in a minute" we step away from the lie and wait off to one side.

He sat back in his chair, leaning enthusiastically toward him. “How is it? Don't worry, I've reduced the caffeine in this coffee when I make it, so it shouldn't be a problem for you. Drinking coffee once in a while will give you no harm, right?” ***

maybe he his the same ,he likes his coffee black. Not wasting much time I prepared ten cups of black hot coffee and also prepared a cup of cappuccino for my self. I have been dying to drink a coffee and this delicious cup of cappuccino will do the trick. I walked in to his office with a tray of all the ten black coffee in it including mine. "Sir...your coffee is here" I said to him,handing a cup of the black coffee he took it then drank it without looking at my face his eyes glued to his laptop as I took my also about to take a sip, my mouth was already watering as the sight.

Coming closer to her, she gasped and he replied "Hot...." "Eh ?" "Hot coffee, one cup please." "Ok." "Do you want anything ?" "No" (Office kitchen) From the back, he caged her in; keeping his hands on the slab. She jerked from her place. "Boss..." "Will you teach me how to prepare it?" She nodded too engrossed in the situation. "In a cup, take 1.5 teaspoons of instant coffee and 1.5 tablespoon sugar. After that, add 3 tablespoons of hot boiling water.

I hold the cup in my right hand as my left hand is still sore from the burn this morning caused by Aspen. I glanced at my hand thinking was it really the same Aspen who applied ointment to it? I reach his office, walked in and places his hot coffee on the table. It took me only eight minutes instead of ten. "Sir here is your coffee." He takes a sip, and within a few second, he spits it out. "What the hell!" I look at him feeling confused about what is happening, "why did you mix sugar into my coffee? Don't you know I drink black and I like it extra strong?" He asks and looks at me coldly.

"You must have expected me, or you wouldn't have had coffee waiting for me." I said, looking at the two coffee cups on his desk. Madman chuckled and, without denying it, filled another empty coffee cup that belonged to me and placed it opposite him. "Have a cup. Coffee is a good thing. A little caffeine can make you feel high and happy. When I heard him say this, I knew it meant that the truth was going to be cruel. I said nothing. I strode forward and tested the temperature with my lips. "So soon? He looked surprised. "You seem eager to know the truth."

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.

PRESENT DAY... As agreed upon the night before, Mia was the one to provide the coffee. She carefully selected the beans from her favorite local roastery, ensuring they were fresh and aromatic. The rich scent filled her kitchen as she ground them, heightening her anticipation for the morning ahead. It wasn’t just about the coffee—it was about the quiet significance of the gesture. She wanted the first thing Erik tasted that morning to be something she had chosen, something that carried a part of her. As she poured the dark liquid into a thermos, she imagined his reaction—the way his lips would curve into that familiar, thoughtful smile, the same one that had always made her heart stutter, eve