Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

When she turned away from him to walk over to the table where she placed the box with the cake in it, she saw him from the corner of her eye put the snow globe down and pay attention to her. She couldn’t find any birthday candles, but she found a regular one in the stock room and figured it was good enough. She stuck it in the middle of the cake and lit it. According to her Kuya Trojan, Gresso really liked mocha, though he couldn’t quite tell her what cake he would like because—and his voice became hushed when he said this—it had been a long time since he and Gresso celebrated anything together.

He sighed before he emptied his shot glass. "Espresso martini, please." An order from a lady who sat next to him. Conrad smiled at himself. Why do he heard a voice that is somewhat familiar to him? There must be really something wrong with his hearing. "Hey, Maddy. Long time!" The bartender gladly nodded as he faced Madison. "Not really. It's just that I'm busy this past few days." "Well I'm glad you pay a visit." "Not at all. I'm here to get some drinks."

Her braces shown in The light. "Well, good cause I'm ready to listen" "First" Rose poured me a mug of espresso and then added milk. I took the mug with a thank you and then sipped on it. My brain sizzled. Now that's what you call an Espresso Macchiato. If I had buzzed my mom and told her where I was, I knew she'd be giggling and sqealing in my ears. My mom always had this sweet little dream of opening her own cafe.

He seemed to be generally friendly toward others. This indicated that he was a good person. After all, his harshness toward her might have been due to James. After a brief chat with Yolanda, Zach ordered a coffee macchiato and an espresso. The coffee macchiato was for Summer, while the espresso was for him. Although Summer wasn't particularly fond of coffee, she had a good understanding of it, thanks to Fred, who was an avid coffee enthusiast. The coffee macchiato, mixed with vanilla syrup and cream, was sweet and smooth. It was perfectly suited to a woman's taste.

she snapped her fingers in the air as a grin escaped her lips, "and he's begging for mine." Her laughter boomed to the point of applause, drawing attention all around until she realized she needed to shut her mouth as soon as possible. Serena shook her head in surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed high. "I thought the dere would be cool enough to get you. " "It's just that I'm really insistent on making it official for Angga and I," Maureen complained before taking a sip from the straw stuck in her iced coffee. Americano, a type of espresso that is diluted and acceptable on an empty stomach without sugar. It was still bitter on Maureen's tongue.

"What about this? It's called craquelin choux." "It's good that it's crispy, but it's not sweet enough to eat with espresso. It goes well with Americano though." "Is that so?" Mitch tilted his head and took another bite of each dessert. Douglass watched Mitch's lips and cheeks as he chewed. Yes, it's so good to see you eating well. If you gained some weight and had more color in your face, you'd look much healthier. You're really too frail right now. What good is a pretty face if you're so weak?

“Dark chocolate mousse domes with espresso ganache. Rich, indulgent, and designed for evening receptions.” I smirked, slicing into mine. The chocolate melted on my tongue, deep and unapologetic, with the espresso cutting through sharply. A flavor that demanded attention. Mother closed her eyes, savoring. “Perfect for this gala. Marion?” “It’s bold,” I said slowly. “Decisive. Leaves no room for doubt.” My eyes didn’t leave Demetria’s. “Like someone making a point.” Her cheeks warmed, though she pretended not to hear the undertone.

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but then returned to normal. "Delicious." Kristian caught on to this and took the fork from Madeleine's hand to pick up the fried egg and took a bite. It was sweet. He was startled for a moment, then took another sip of coffee, which was salty. "I did it again." Madeleine looked into the man's eyes and said, "I liked to eat sweet fried eggs and salty coffee." "Sorry, I got it wrong." "I really liked it, I'm not lying to you," said Madeleine, as she finished eating the fried egg in one bite and took a sip of coffee. "It has a unique taste, thank you."

she asks. “I have an order to pick up,” Benedict says. “Last name Montgomery.” She consults her tablet and then smiles. “Benedict? I see your order here, give me a second to go grab it.” “What did you order?” I ask, unable to stop asking questions. He just smiles and leads me over to one of the displays. On it is one of those fancy coffee machines that I’ve dreamed about. It does espresso and steams and froths milk, and can handle pods as well as brew big pots. It’s a gorgeous, shiny stainless steel thing, and my eyes are as wide as saucers as I look up at Benedict.

"The clothes fit perfectly." "Yes, they do." I raised an eyebrow. "Almost suspiciously well." His lips quirked. "I pay attention to details, Madison. Especially when they involve your body." A waiter materialized beside us. "Coffee, miss?" "Please. Black." I glanced at the menu. "And I'll have the avocado toast with poached eggs." "Excellent choice." The waiter nodded and disappeared. Alexander set his phone down. "Sleep well?" "Better than I expected, considering I passed out waiting for you to finish your call."