Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

Jordan cleared out. "What is she doing?" I asked, unsure. Molly looked around just like all guilty persons did when they were doing something bad. Then she hid the stuff she poured into the cup, under her dress. "Looks like she is poisoning your coffee." Jordan said. My body froze. Molly didn't taste it after steering it with a spoon. "It can't be." I rushed downstairs, going to see things for myself. Jordan followed close behind. Molly's face lit up into a smile. "Just the girl I was about to come wake. I decided to do your favorite coffee today."

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.

PRESENT DAY... As agreed upon the night before, Mia was the one to provide the coffee. She carefully selected the beans from her favorite local roastery, ensuring they were fresh and aromatic. The rich scent filled her kitchen as she ground them, heightening her anticipation for the morning ahead. It wasn’t just about the coffee—it was about the quiet significance of the gesture. She wanted the first thing Erik tasted that morning to be something she had chosen, something that carried a part of her. As she poured the dark liquid into a thermos, she imagined his reaction—the way his lips would curve into that familiar, thoughtful smile, the same one that had always made her heart stutter, eve

It's supposed to feel like a medieval tavern. "This placed looked a whole lot cooler online," I laugh. "Well, what do you want to drink?" Selah asks. I look at the Knight Shaped coffee menu. Is this a teen Chuckie Cheese? "I'll have the black plague," I burst out laughing. Even their menu has medieval-themed names on it, like the Mutton Muffin. "Promise me we will never come in here again," I laugh. "Sure thing. This is bad. The black plague tastes rather good," Selah says.

Annoyed, I threw the cup on the floor and glared at my maid. “What the hell is this? Can anyone call this coffee? This is purely Chicory!” The maid took a step back in apprehension, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr Anderson.” “What do you mean sorry? Did you forget how to make coffee?” “Actually, Mr Anderson, I don’t know how to make a good cup of coffee.” “What? But you've been making it for three years now.” “That wasn’t me, Mr Anderson. That was Miss Cassie. She used to go out and get the best coffee grains for you and brew it. But after she has gone, we’ve begun using instant mix, and it doesn't taste that good.”

Like I had a cockroach in my mouth…… "What is this" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hitting my chest, and my stomach in a bid to puke out the coffee that I drank. The maid whom I deciphered to have been the one who changed my coffee, rushed towards me, concern laced in her voice. "What is happening?" As she stood next to me, I screamed at her. "Are you trying to kill me, who sent you to do this to me? You added a roach into my coffee"

Jane greeted. "Good morning, master Grayson." Michelle greeted with a sly tone. "Good morning, Michelle." I greeted her back. I walked to the counter and sat down. "Should I get you a cup of coffee?" Mitchell asked. I nodded. "Yeah I need one." Michelle made the coffee and walked to the counter, she dropped it gently on the counter for me. I took it and sipped from it. I clenched my fist as I dropped the cup of coffee on the counter.

I went into mine and collapsed on my bed breathing heavily and then I knew that I couldn’t tell Maisie about the night’s event or the dream either. I met Maisie the next day at a standard coffee shop. We picked up from where we left it off the previous day whilst warming our organs with coffee. Hers was a demitasse ( a small cup of strong black coffee without milk or cream) while mine had equal parts of espresso and hot milk topped with cinnamon and nutmeg and whipped cream too. Mine was a cappuccino coffee and with our coffees we had delectable coffee cakes. “You wanna see my parents?” Maisie asked parting her pink lips a little redder than usual for a smile that revealed her graceful teeth

“This is just an outing between friends. Nothing more.” “Uh-huh. I’m going to third wheel so hard.” “Drink your coffee, you brat.” My grin simmered to a pout as I eyed the coffee warily. The chilled clumps and dark sauce mixed together in a messy puddle. The bits of chocolate chips that were poured into the drink were slowly sinking to the bottom in a leisurely fall. “I want to,” I poked the cup sadly, “But I’m just going to throw it up.”

I nodded and sipped from my cup of milk. "How do you like it?" "Alright." "How will you know whether you like it or not if you don't try? So, what's the story behind your dislike of coffee?" "I tried coffee when I was a kid. it was bitter, and it stuck with me as a bad memory." "Haven't you had a try since then?" "Yeah, I didn't feel the need to try it because I was fine with just water and fresh juices." "Perhaps you tried dark roasted coffee, which is why it tasted bitter. As a beginner, you should try mocha. Because of the milk, chocolate, and sugar added to it, flavoured coffee masks the bitterness." He summoned the waiter and placed my order.