Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

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…"

She was deducing it herself. Mad with desire. Snorted at the absurdness of it, swallowing her giddiness. "Awkward," she murmured low while she sipped her hot beverage. Shaking her head, she concentrated more on the assortment of pastries before her, and nibbled each delicacy thoughtfully. Mish was indeed craving sugar with hot pots of floral tea. Knowing a place she and her sisters frequented, she found her spot at the back of the quaint cafe and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon alone.

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.

Mishka’s fingers stopped tapping as she smiled, but she was creeping out from inside. “I think I should come next time, sorry for wasting your time,” She stuttered and stood up to exit. “What’s the rush? At least have a cup of coffee with me. It’s quite rude to leave like that,” said James, passing his ever-charming smile. His attempt to make her comfortable worked as she slowly sat back. “I’m sorry.” She muttered. “It’s alright, let’s just have a cup of coffee together, and then you are free to leave. Filtered coffee?” He asked, and Mishka nodded.

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.