Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

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.

Monique placed the coffee right in front of Sacha. The cup was from Mansion Coffee; it had a strong, unique flavor of the beans that no other cafe could imitate. Sacha was very familiar with their taste. “Let me taste it,” Sacha was certain that Monique came here to stir trouble because of their previous dispute. If that was the reason, he would not let her off so easily. Sacha took a sip and frowned deeply. The coffee was so salty that he could not swallow it. Even if the coffee was salted, there was no proof that Cindy was the one who did it.

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

Hoping he couldn’t see the blood pooling beneath her thumb nail where she had bitten it a bit too short. “Ms Pierce,” He forced a stiff smile as she thrust the coffee towards him. The lid had crusted over with spilt foam. But the paper body was still hot. “I appreciate the gesture, but servicemen drink free at the café next door—you’re wasting your money,” Half-jogging beside him, she struggled to keep up. He was beyond asking how she’d managed to bypass the front desk. Her answer to almost everything was a sly-smiling ‘I have my ways’. “That’s kind of the whole point of a bribe,” Halting in front of the elevator, she realised she left her coffee. Could she be charged with illegal dumping? I

“There’s no way I’m finishing this alone.” “Good. Share with me,” I said without thinking. Her eyes narrowed. I coughed. “I meant—you know—just take bites or whatever. Not… whatever that sounded like.” To my shock, she actually laughed. A small one. But real. We walked to the next stall—BREWED AWAKENING—a coffeeshop-on-wheels that served drinks with absurd names. I pointed. “Midnight Regret. Want to try?” She snorted. “Why would I willingly drink something called Midnight Regret?”

Bryant's pov "There is something different about you today," my best friend said to me after we stepped into the coffee shop and sat down it was time for lunch in the company so we decided to go to a quiet and calm place unruffle some of the stress that we had gathered up inside of ourselves since morning running a multi-millionaire company was definitely no easy task after all. I always preferred for my coffee to be more bitter and my friend likes his more sweet with cream and chocolate and sugar to the point that he might as well have just ordered everything else without the coffee so I was getting a black coffee and he was getting himself a Mocha.

We both laughed at the absurdity of it. He said to me that we would be going the Relax Coffee for a drink, and it was amazing, I work part-time at Relax Coffee. I told him that I worked there and he was also amazed. I told him about the different coffee recipes served at Relax Coffee. As we approached Relax Coffee shop, a strange feeling washed over me, like butterflies in my stomach.

I leaned back in my seat. “Sounds perfect.” She bowed her head and walked off. I watched Tiffany walk away, but I had a somewhat uneasy feeling about it. I glanced over at Marco and Elisabeth and they both shrugged at me. In the evening, I met up with Maximus and was enthralled by the enchanting date he had planned for us. We took a leisurely stroll through the beautiful garden, our hands intertwined, as we engaged in heartfelt conversation that only deepened our bond. As our walk reached its conclusion, we stumbled upon a delightful picnic blanket adorned with an array of mouthwatering finger foods. And to top it all off, we indulged in the most exquisite and divine wine I've ever had the p

“Zara’s Java Jolt?” “Yes, ma'am,” the maid says with a happy grin. “That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.”

True to their word, they both were sitting at this small coffee shop and she had ordered after explaining to the waiter that she wanted minimum coffee with maximum milk. “Look at you. This is not coffee. This is milk. You should try Choco milk instead of this concoction. This. IS. Not. Coffee.” She frowned at his handsome face. Standing up from her seat, she rounded the table and bent down placing her hands on the armrests of his chair looking into his twinkling eyes, “Jacob. Stop insulting me. My coffee is NOT bitter like yours.” He knew she was teasing him. His eyes fell to her full lips.