Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

“I don’t even hex people who wear animal costumes or mascots and those scary freaks have got it coming.” The violet-winged man tilted his head. “Oh, well in that case, why don’t we just sit down and have a glbutt of wine together? Or how about an evening of fun games? I’m Mischief, by the way.” When I nodded, holding out my hand for him to help me up, he rolled his eyes and didn’t take it.

“I really can’t explain it to you.” Majesta twisted some of her hair in over her fingers. A horrible habit she picked up. She didn’t know what to tell him and what he would believe. “You can’t or won’t?” Rick asked seeing the truth on her face. “Both.” Majesta picked up the coffee, taking in the amazing scent that rose from it. The aroma was pleasing, she had never smelled anything else like it. A mix of coffee chocolate with a hint of peppermint, but he would never tell her for sure. A very odd mix, but it tasted amazing.

"Dark roast beans for my drip coffee. The water temperature shouldn't exceed 70°C. Also, give me a cookie. The less sugary one!" "You…" Maisie was even more shocked now. "You can order coffee yourself?" "Yes! Of course, I can." "Then why did you—" Lily winked. "If I didn't do that, how could I share a table with you?"

He's been pacing and whining the whole time and I didn't know why he was acting strange. "I was. I accidentally spilt my coffee of him on my way out" the boy, Jessie, murmured and Marc looked up at me and raised brow and a smirk, I rolled my eyes and turned to Jessie. "You can go an order your coffee, mine should be ready as well" I said and he nodded and went over to the counter and I could hear him asking for a medium caramel mocha coffee with extra pumps of both flavors with extra milk with foam. I made sure to remember that order for the future.

“It’s a beautiful day for mischief, Tess!” “Mischief?” I ask. Claudia is by far the most energetic friend I have and probably the one closest to me. “Mhm, now that we are members of the Luan pack, I think that it’s about time we find part-time jobs. And guess what? There is this coffee shop in town,” she fishes up her phone from her pocket, handing it over to me. I take it in my hands as I sit down and stare down at the job advertisement. “The Coffee Shop?” I repeatedly blink at the name. It feels a bit lacking and non-creative. “A-are you sure this is a good place to apply to?”

I didn't want her to notice that she was bugging me by just asking me that question so I politely responded. “It's a mocha green latte. With extra foam.” She visibly cringed and I rolled my eyes internally. I should have just kept the name to myself. “What's the extra foam supposed to do? Make it any less bitter?” “It's not bitter. It's healthy,” I insisted, hoping that she sensed the finality in my tone but apparently, she did not because she continued anyway. “Who wants to drink a green coffee? It's like they blended grass, put it in a cup, added some milk and served it to you.”

I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that the smile on my face was not going anywhere anytime soon, and even if boss man decided to be a prick all morning, I wouldn't care because I have a date with my best friends tonight. As I entered the bustling coffee shop, I was instantly hit with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I approach the counter, my eyes scanning the menu, before settling on her usual order, which is: a coffee with milk and 2 sugars for Gary; a hot chocolate for me; and a caramel mocha with cream on top and 2 sugars for Ebony. The barista, a young woman with an easy smile, greeted me with a friendly "Welcome to

Arlo There’s a place called Bean Fiend’s Grind on the corner of Kelm and Etta street, and I don’t trust it. The sign has a demonic goat sipping coffee, and the chalkboard outside says soul-roasted espresso. That’s not a metaphor I’m comfortable with. Scarlett pushes a cup into my hand anyway. “Try it,” she says, watching me like she already knows the answer. I eye the cup suspiciously. It’s too small to be proper coffee and it has art on top. Some kind of leaf or heart or flaming chicken, I can’t tell. Coffee shouldn’t be used as a canvas.

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"