Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

I’ve never liked oatmeal. I was half-way to convincing myself that if I add enough cream and sugar to my cup of coffee, the oatmeal might be almost palatable, when Misha reached around me again, nudging me out of the way. “Excuse me,” Misha grabbed the full, fresh pot of coffee and then, as I watched in horror, poured the entire carafe inside a large thermos which he placed in the insulated bag with everything else–Leaving coffee grounds and crumbs as the only remnant of the beautiful meal he had made. A meal I thought he had made for me, for us, to share.

Just as I'd never known theirs. Arriving at my floor, I saw Tommy dash toward me, carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee. "What happened to you? Why are you drenched in sweat?" I asked. "I'm sorry, sir. We nearly ran out of your signature coffee. I placed the order one month in advance, and it was supposed to arrive a couple of days ago. But because of the shipping problem, it got delayed. Then, I accidentally spilled the last bit of your remaining coffee. So, I rushed to a five-star restaurant I saw online. It’s the only place that serves the same brand of coffee beans you prefer. I knew it wasn't the same since yours is a special order. Still, I hope you can accept this." He bowed ninety de

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

And I’m about to have a little fun and take a few names while I’m at it. Colin hands me a full mug of bubbly yellow awfulness and raises his in the air. It hovers in the space centered on the three of us. “Here’s to fighting crime.” We all touch glasses. Someone’s beer sloshes out onto my hand. “Here’s to keeping your asses out of trouble,” says Mick. “And not out of Colin’s dumb ass, but actual trouble … the kind people go to jail for.” He glares at me. “Here’s to making things right,” I say, refusing to acknowledge his bad

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.

Mildred knitted her dark brows "What's wrong with that?" I folded my arms across my chest like a child "Jason does not order such bitter coffees at the cafe" And I never even thought about that before. "What about Miss Andrew's sweet coffee?" Mildred asked teasingly. I scrunched up face when I remembered the taste "Miss Andrew's coffee is too sweet it could cause instant diabetes" Mildred laughed loudly "I miss hearing you talk this way" I smiled. I miss her too. "You wanna blow off some steam at the cafe?"

“Some prick bumped into me, and I dropped the cakes.” “Mother fucker.” She slaps her hand over her mouth. Gutter mouth is genetic. Mikayla opens the box and looks inside. “Fuuuuck.” “I know right.” I sit across from her. “Didn’t even apologize.” Marco brings me an espresso coretto. It’s just coffee with a bit of brandy, though knowing Marco it’s probably brandy with a bit of coffee. I got a liquor license just so we can make these. Who knew it’d be so damn popular for people to have a little something extra in their morning coffee, especially in the winter season. A splash of amoretto in the affogato is also popular on hotter days like today.

But, surprisingly, it didn't even pull an ache in me but slightly annoyed. "Don't worry, I didn't follow you in. I won't disturb you." I replied, suddenly not interested to talk to him. His face didn't show any expression. The sunlight that shone through the French windows was somewhat dazzling. The waitress brought two cups of coffee, a cup of black coffee and a cup of mocha. The waitress placed a cup of mocha in front of me. Michelle is a little disgusted towards bitter things and I know that well. Black coffee is too bitter for him.

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”