Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

(Hwa Young) She didn’t want Mies to even moved from where he seated, Hwa Young went and made the instant coffee maker, filled it with a Milk Coffee which she knew Mies like, although Mies like coffee he loved coffee that has a perfect balance of sweetness and bitterness, which a fact that not many knows about him. “if you say so……hmm..not bad…Looking at you giggling…you must wanted to asked something…Okay..since you were doing dishes…then, asked away…”. (Mies)

“Who drinks black coffee?” Felix mirrored her scowl. “Grown ass adults.” He replied. Hell would freeze over before he added anything to alter the taste of his coffee. And heaven forbid that he ever drink one of those abominations that were more sugar than caffeine like a cappuccino. From the corner of his eye, he saw the new waiter leave to get their order. He and Amy dived into more frivolous conversation topics until the food arrived.

“Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.” “You mix the three?” Marcus asked. “Yes. When I was making coffee at the pack house, everyone liked different flavors, but we only had one machine. I mixed them together once, and it was hit. I’ve done it like that ever since.” Chastity explained. “I’ll have to try that.” “Believe me man, once you try it, you’ll never drink another coffee again because it’s all shit.” Colby stated. At some point during the conversation I had reached my hand over, and took hold of Chastity’s. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief that she didn’t pull aw

"There's my citation. But hey, can I bribe you with some coffee? My treat, of course." She shrugged. "Sure." "What's your poison?" "You know what? It's Sunday, and I'm working, so let's go nuts. I'll take a caffe mocha, no whipped cream." "Done and done. Settle in, and I'll be right back." I put in our order -- a black coffee for me, just so I'd be getting something and not look suspicious returning with only one cup -- and waited. It didn't take long; the baristas were in the zone, moving the line like the pros they were. I took our drinks over to the counter, grabbed napkins, straws, cream and sugar to give me something to do with my hands so my shaking didn't give away my panic, and oh ye

He asked walking to an empty spot, “Uhhh, Beta Sakesh told me” “Ohh okay, so why did you come?” “Mmmm, I went to serve your coffee but didn't see you so I asked Beta Sakesh and he said you're here” “Hmm” He nodded “So where's the coffee?” “Huh? Beta Sakesh said you can't have two cups of coffee in the morning, he already served you one and said I should throw it away” “Did you?” He asked taking another gulp from the water “No” I muttered slowly shaking my head,

It seemed like they're gone for a while. "Please sit. I have time this morning," Ann replied with a polite smile. "Thank you. I have coffee for you. Do you like mocha cappuccino?" Merry asked as she took one of the coffee cups and handed it to Ann. Meanwhile, she purposely took another cup of coffee for herself. "What's the other drink of your choice, do you have it in your hand?" asked Ann. "This? Oh, this is a coco chip latte," said Merry, sounding a little surprised and hesitant.

I let out an annoyance. She frowned and nodded at me. You are so lucky! You’ll know my ultimate crush! Do you know how handsome and macho that one is? ” I gave her the coffee she wanted. We are the opposite of what we like when it comes to coffee, because I only drink 3 in 1 coffee and I tried to drink the Barako coffee once, but I couldn’t really stand the bitterness, and what’s worse was that there seems to be some sand in there that I hate.

Meaning, if I'm not around, that flavor of coffee is also not available, since I am the only one making it here. I went straight to the counter-kitchen and put on an apron. I started brewing my specialty coffee. I mixed the ingredients well, mixed it with an electronic mixer and blender to make it creamier then put some choco toppings for some twist. "Sir, you really can't go in there anymore." I looked at my worker who was still holding back Zack for not restraining his entry and continued to follow me up here inside the counter-kitchen. He doesn't seem to hear anything. He just does what he wants to!

“I fucking love you.” “That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.” “I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”

“I thought you left?” “Two things,” I said, as if we’d never stopped our conversation. “First of all, this is only okay coffee. I got you a mocha, a latte, and a cappuccino. Chances are, you won’t like that last one. But everyone should try one at least once in their lives.”