Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

Gemma asked as she grabbed her black Jimmy Choo wallet out from her designer bag and looked at her cold friends. Maddie fixed her blonde hair, putting it back into place after the wind had blown it around. She sat more comfortably on the black and green couch, sinking into the red pillows behind her. She looked up at Gemma as she grinned “I know what you want” Gemma smiled “You coffee fiend” “Hey, what can I say, a Piccolo Latte completes me” She sighed dramatically “I don’t know how you drink that stuff!” Cindy shuddered “Could I just have a Green Tea, oh oh no wait; a organic ginger peach white”

“Yeah, I just told them to make it disgusting.” I roll my eyes. “Still drinking it black like the real macho man you are? Or wait, don’t tell me, you and your tech-bro buddies drink fair trade coffee blended with organic butter.” He narrows his eyes at me. “No, I prefer that coffee made from elephant dung. It’s a delicacy.” “Only you would think drinking shit is a delicacy.”

Setting down the plate of muffins I smile, none of them acknowledging it, snobby bitches. Taking the coffee, I carefully place it on the table when snobby bitch one, waves her arm while talking animatedly, knocking the coffee out of my hand. "Fuck" I shout because the scalding hot coffee spilled all over my hand, at the same time snobby bitch one screeches "You low life Idiot" "What the fuck did you just say ?" I turn and glare at the snobby bimbo barbie. "I. Said. You. Low. Life. Idiot" She replies slowly but loud for the whole cafe to hear.

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.

Concealing my emotions for much longer feels daunting. Not like I can refuse... I messed up. If only a cup of coffee could mend the mistakes I made, then I have to go through with it. Fucking goodness! I hit my palm on the steering in frustration. Luckily, a sign post popped up by the road, "Brew Heaven," a small but elegant-looking shop. "This must be a coffee spot," I whispered to myself when suddenly Mason's car pulled up next to mine. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, he rolled down his window, shouting with a wink, "This place looks good, what do you think?"

“In fact, coffee shops usually sell coffee and cake together because they enhance each other's flavors.” Grey shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I'm not trying to argue with you by bringing up the topic. I'm just saying that I know someone who loves mocha cake and coffee together.” There was a distant look in his eyes as he said the words, but whatever emotion I saw quickly disappeared as though it did not exist at all. “If you don't mind, who is that someone you are referring to?” The words escaped my lips before I could stop myself. It was too late to take them back; he had already heard me.

I watched him mix plain coffee, strawberry milkshake, and green tea simultaneously. I think the whole community is here in the Kaden house. They must have woken up with a hangover so they needed something at the cafe to kick off the day. Some people were even ordering two to three cups of plain coffee at the same time. The third tray I had picked to deliver had a cup of latte, cappuccino, americano, and mocha for four different customers. I served them and went back to the counter. Alex was gone. Then I heard him scream from the kitchen, beside the counter.

An hour later we're standing beside a tiny coffee truck parked near the Malibu shoreline. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean while waves roll lazily onto the sand. Alejandro studies the handwritten menu. "This place has seventeen coffee options." "You're overwhelmed." "I miss normal coffee." I grin. "You're getting caramel." "I don't even like caramel." "You do today." "And what are you getting?" "The same thing." "So we're both suffering?" "It builds character." The barista laughs. "You two argue like you've been married forever." Neither of us answers.

As I was about to open the door, I heard the sound of something being spat out. "What the hell is this?" he asked angrily causing me to turn, he was so angry I could nearly see the steam coming from his ear. "Co-coffee." I stuttered as a reply. "What type of coffee?" he inquired "Plain black coffee like you requested," I answered starting to get nervous. Isn't it coffee that's in it? "Can't you just do something good for once, why are you so bad at following orders. First, you were late, secondly no coffee on my table and when it finally arrives it tastes horrible. So tell me, Miss West, just what can you do? " he asked angrily

she whispered, as she dropped the forbidden ingredient into the mix. Sébastien liked his coffee as bitter as possible. No sugar, No milk. But Michelle made Scar add sugar. Scarlet raised an eyebrow, but followed Michelle's instructions to the letter. After the coffee was brewed, Scar took up the cup and saw the wicked smile playing on Michelle’s lips. "Now, go and present this masterpiece to the boss. Let's see if he notices the little surprise." Scar was a bit hesitant at the wicked glint flashing in the bimbo’s eyes but she shrugged it off.