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After saying so, she prepared to leave, but the second she turned around, a flash of anger crossed her delicate face. After a while, Nathan stretched his hand out for water. Aiming at the opportunity, Tehilla served him the cup of freshly ground coffee she had just made. "Nathan, this is the coffee that I especially made for you. It is black and without any sugar or cream. I'm sure you'll like it..." "Nathan has sweated so much just now, so he needs plain water to quench his thirst. He shouldn't be drinking coffee!" Hilda came up to them from the side with a glass of chilled mineral water in her hand.

He folded up the newspaper, throwing it away from him. “Here is your coffee. This is too hot, and I don’t want to risk burning you.” He handed her the cup. She took it and swallowed some down. He kept watching her. Should she say something? “Thank you, Sir.” “Maya?” “Yes, Sir?” “Did you feel how hot the coffee was?” he asked. His face was a blank mask. She didn’t know why he was asking such questions. Staring into the coffee cup, she frowned. Steam was rising from the cup. She’d always been able to drink hot liquid. Being a wolf, she was able to heal a lot faster than humans.

I got the call about my dying brother in the middle of my ex-husband's funeral. By midnight, I didn't know which one I was going to lose first. Adrian Cross signed our divorce papers without a fight. I thought it meant he never loved me. Seven days later, he was dead. At his funeral, his lawyer hands me a box. Letters. Dozens of them. Never sent. "I saw you long before you ever knew my name." Turns out the man I thought was cold had been protecting me in silence for years — debts erased, enemies destroyed, a photo of me in his wallet since before we even met. I find out too late. He's already gone. And someone wanted him gone. The deeper I dig, the closer they get — until a car in the dark t

Canna P.O.V. As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the

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He held a cup of coffee in his left hand. “Oh, Mr. Davon. Fancy meeting you again,” I greeted, offering him a seat. He sat in the chair, placing the coffee on my desk. “I figured you’d need caffeine for a boost. Today's work is going to be hectic,” he said as he sipped his coffee. “That’s so generous of you,” I said, still beaming with a smile. I took a sip of the hot, steamy chocolate coffee, savoring its unique taste. “This is top-notch,” I commended.

“I fucking love you.” “That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.” “I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”

Levi grinned and hand Mateo his coffee, even though he knows Mateo will not like it – but this is the best he could get for him. Mateo takes a small sip of the scorching hot coffee and wrinkled his nose at the flavor. He likes to brew his coffee. Levi never met a person who makes better coffee than Mateo. He uses freshly roasted coffee beans. The coffee he prepares is stronger, bitter, and more aromatic. Levi would love to have one of those again sometime. “This is so bad,” Mateo mumbled under his breath but drank it nevertheless. He was in dire need of caffeine.

I demand when he steps into the elevator before the door could close. "I changed my mind." He shrugs, pocketing his hands as he leans on the wall opposite mine. "Whatever, just don't talk to me." I warn, resuming back to sipping on my carajillo. Of all shades of coffee, carajillo is the craziest; the shit tastes so divine, and I can't help wondering who sat down and thought of mixing coffee with alcohol, while Isaac Newton was busy staring at his father's apple tree. Who needs gravity when you can get high on coffee?

He just threw away the coffee he had drank and put the cup down. “Are you going to kill me with diabetes? Your coffee is sweet. Make me something else,” he said and then gave Trina the cup with only coffee. What did this man want? Trina tasted it earlier and it tasted just right. And it was his favorite coffee. Had his taste suddenly changed? "What are you waiting for? Make me another one,” he ordered again so Trina took the coffee and brewed a new one. When she finished, she returned to the office. Darren tasted that again. "It's too bitter now," he complained again so Trina did it again without a word. "It's cold," Darren complained again. It was really good to throw all the coffee she bre

Besides, I need a caffeine boost to gear up for the day ahead. "Coffee, please," he replies, settling into the chair. "With cream and ample sugar." I nod briefly and continue into the kitchen to start brewing the coffee. As the percolator works its magic, I slip away for a quick shower. Five minutes later, I emerge, wrapped in a heavy white bathrobe that engulfs my frame. I return to the kitchen, where the coffee is now ready. I pour two mugs, adding cream and sugar to Aiden's, before carrying the tray of only Aiden's mug to the living room.