Novel Coffee And Teas Novels & Stories

Nico was one of the few people in Alessandro’s world who didn’t immediately make my skin crawl. I nodded. “I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping inside. “You look like hell, no offense.” I rolled my eyes. “None taken.” Nico set a tray down on the bedside table. “Coffee, toast, and whatever fancy blend of tea Alessandro keeps stocked.” I blinked. “He drinks tea?” Nico chuckled. “Not really, but he keeps it around. Don’t ask me why.” I bit my lip, suppressing a smile. The idea of Alessandro sitting down with a cup of tea was oddly amusing.

Elena's POV Unexpected Best Friend. It's the third day of college school, and my love for coffee hasn't wavered one bit. I'm a bona fide coffee addict, which probably explains why I work part-time at Relax Coffee shop. Today, like any other day, I couldn't resist the temptation of my usual hot cup of coffee. I mean, who can resist that delicious taste and the inviting aroma that fills the air?

Another coffee. Hands held longer. Truth deepening. No rush. But unstoppable. Coffee dates disguised no more. Something real blooming. (Word count: 1100) Ready for Chapter 33?

The Next Day The Café Evelina walked into the cafe and just as always, it was lively and filled with customers grabbing their early morning coffee before heading to work. She felt proud of herself for turning a struggling café into a prosperous one. The only downside was that she did not own the place. Adrian could come at any time and tell her to leave because, deep down, she did not fully trust that he would keep his word and return the café to her after the six months. Even so, she still held on to a little hope.

But never coffee. Coffee made me electric at times when I didn't need to, and sleepy when I couldn't rest. Then tea invigorated my energies. And I was always accumulating some boxes with sachets in my closet in the kitchen, because I felt that everything in my life could be missing, except a good dose of tea. Recently, after a very complicated day in both jobs, I found out that matte tea became even better with a neat dose of vodka.

Michael’s POV The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of KAFÉ VERSE, casting a honeyed glow over the copper espresso machines and the glossy tile floor. I had just finished preparing a caramel macchiato layered like golden marble and a delicate lavender tea, the latter steaming lightly in a porcelain cup with a blue floral pattern. I slid both across the counter to the elderly couple waiting patiently, their eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Here you go," I said, offering a warm smile. "One of our best pairings, if you ask me."

They went back to the warehouse and Lena made tea. Not coffee but tea, from a tin she had found in the supply crate three days ago and had been quietly preserving without announcing she was preserving it. She filled the portable kettle and set it on the burner and stood watching it with her arms folded and her back to the room, and there was something in the deliberateness of the gesture… the choosing of tea over the coffee they had been surviving on, the small domestic elevation of it and that made Aria's chest ache with a feeling she had no clean word for.

he paused with a grimace, “but I really hope my apartment is done early.” “Sure just let me know whatever it is you need to know though I might not always be free, It’ll be nice to have a friendly face around” I said. Adrian would be fuming at me for talking to a complete stranger but Nico did not give me any sort of harmful or even remotely toxic energy. He seemed easy going and understandable, and a little miserable with his hot coffee. I hid my smile as I continued, "I'm guessing you don't drink coffee.” “Ah you caught me,” he chuckled lightly as he rubbed his neck, "I'm a tea drinker but this place seemed so nice to look at, I just had to get one. Yeah I'm regretting it now.” he pushed

Enough time for a quick meal and a cup of coffee. "Do you like coffee?" he asked. Keyara shook her head. "Well, who doesn't like coffee? You're unique, miss!" "My stomach can't handle coffee, but I can still have a cup of tea," Keyara replied. "You're a unique girl. You can't handle alcohol, and now you can't handle coffee. But, now you can enjoy your breakfast. The pancakes are very delicious," Grey said. "That's okay," Keyara replied, eager to enter the cafe. Her stomach had been growling for a while now.

, quickly shoving away a memory trying to peak out. “So, the coffee date you talked about, can we go to it now? I want to know what you know about aboriginals.” Anya added, stopping at the tarred road alongside her walk partner. Caleb's face lit up in joy. “Sure, why not?” “Okay.” Anya began. “Since you are new to town, I guess, it falls on me to select a coffee place.” “Exactly,” Caleb responded grinning like a two year old. “Except that I don't take coffee outside my home. I brew my own coffee. However, we can check Longroove's best, or so the TV commercials say. And by that I mean The Nickle Cup. It's just down the road.” Anya pointed downwards.