Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

Drew teased me as he tried to erase the creases in my forehead. “And what does sharing my thoughts with you have anything to do with me growing old fast?” I retorted. He just arrived when I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. He said he came from his shop and wanted me to try his new creation: Choco Coffee Treats. I have yet to get the exact recipe but, by just listening to its name, I assume it's grounded roasted coffee beans mixed in with chocolate. And I must say, it is good on my palette.

“You seem gleeful.” Reign’s dazzling smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “It’s a great morning,” she laughed. She wandered over to the toaster making toasts and then pouring a mug of coffee. “Okay, what? Why are you staring at me like that?” “Nothing, I like this glowing, happy Reign,” Dominic admitted. He propped his chin in his palm on the counter staring at Reign. The weather was getting better, it’s a day before the new year and a lot to be done.

Molly looks between our cups, and her eyes grow wide in alarm. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I seem to have gotten the drinks mixed up. That’s Mr King’s triple shot, Americano, and he has your latte.” She quickly explains apologetically while Mira stares at the cup in my hand. “I’ll get you another one. I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a flash.” She says and scampers off, disappearing out of sight quicker than I can blink. I take a long sip and watch Mira amusedly over the rim of the cup, deliberately making appreciative noises every time I take a sip from her coffee, “This is good stuff. Me likey.”

Distractedly he took a sip from his coffee mug, only to spit it out in the next second. "What the hell is that" he muttered with a frown. He washed his mouth to remove the weird sand-like taste. That's when he noticed his coffee. It looked like it always looks, but the taste is terrible. He emptied his coffee mug, only to find sand at the bottom. He ran towards his favourite espresso machine and checked it. That's when he found sand mixed with coffee beans. He gritted his teeth. He knows who the culprit is.

"You have not drink in these five days?" "My favourite coffee shop was a mile away from my house. Since you jailed me here,I haven't had a chance to drink it." He laughed. He fucking laughed. "You don't know how to even make a coffee. Do you?" I didn't said anything. "Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "How did you even survived without knowing how to make a coffee?" He laughed again and again until he came to me, "Espresso,mocha, latte, cappuccino or affogato?" If it is someone else other than me,she would have been very much impressed by the way he asked and would have given him a chaste kiss sweetly like some real couple.

The part-timer was frantically moving between the counter and kitchen, making drinks alone. "Boss!" "I'll brew the coffee, you go take orders." "Yes!" The part-timer responded energetically, as if he'd just met a savior. Mitch was still concerned about the faint dizziness that lingered, but he tried to concentrate on work. "Excuse me. I ordered a decaf mocha latte with an extra shot, but it seems like there's no syrup in it at all." "I'm sorry. I'll remake it right away." Whether it was his imagination or not, today there seemed to be more customers ordering complicated drinks than usual. Despite normally being able to make these drinks skillfully, he kept making mistakes in the preparation

He yells I glance at the clock again, keeping count of the time "Don’t put too much caffeine in my coffee, I don’t like it at all." "Okay fine now will you come with me" "Also, don’t add too much milk to my coffee." He rolls his eyes "Holy shit! Are you serious right now?" Glancing at the clock again I turn back to look at him. "Look Ashton, no more coffee talks, just come with me." He says I clear my throat "Why is my coffee bitter when I specifically told you to never add too much caffeine and sugar to my coffee." "Oh my God! Enough of the stupid coffee thing, I’m sorry okay, I will make you a better coffee but please now we are in a crisis."

“The Rise and Fall of Bean Dynasty.” “Oh, for the love of—” “Actually,” Landon said, scrolling, “one of the comments says, ‘I’d still buy coffee there. This place has drama and caffeine.’” Max blinked. “Wait. They want to come here?” Landon shrugged. “People love disasters with foam.” Max’s gears started turning. “You know, if we lean into this…” Landon groaned. “Don’t say it.” “Limited edition drinks,” Max continued. “We call it The Bean Reaper Blend.”

I do not go down without a fight. Starr tried to murder me and I will make sure she pays for her crime even if it was the last thing I did. I turned the steering wheel of my car towards the next route. I was having a hectic day at work, and my body needed caffeine. I disliked the type of coffee served in the office. It always had less milk, making it less creamy. It tasted like puke. I decided that a coffee break was exactly what I needed at the moment. I had to think of a way to prove that Donald Powerz stole our wine-making method.