Novel Coffee Novels & Stories

It was heaven, housed in four walls. Drifting forward as if my body no longer needed feet, I slid my fingers over the appliances that ground, heated, percolated, and otherwise turned the precious coffee bean into the ground compost that brought meaning to my life. I moaned. He better have good coffee here. It would be a horrific shame if all he had came in a can. "What kind of coffee do you have?" A dark smile pulled at his mouth. "Ospina." I sucked in a breath. "No." It came out as a breathy moan.

For ten years, I’d been a devotee of solitude. “I’m thrilled!” I faked enthusiasm, steadying my voice. “I know what can cheer Gabe up,” one said, laughing, leaning back in his chair with a pen in hand. “Coffee.” “Coffee!” another laughed, excited. “Gabe needs coffee.” “I don’t need coffee,” I said seriously. “In fact, I haven’t had plain coffee in a while.” I admitted. “But you’ll like *this* coffee,” a third chimed in. “Because it’s served by none other than a hottie.”

I grab the coffee beans and start the process of making a double mocha americano coffee. The earthy notes from the freshly ground coffee beans and the lazy undertones of caramel drifts into my nostrils and relaxes my nerves. Usually, I don’t need to drink a cup of coffee to enjoy the pleasant sensations it provides. As I whip up some cream, I start humming the song playing in the background and smile to myself. It’s a new beginning for Espresso Books. I’ve felt that way since my brother announced the previous owner sold off the building and business to some rich guy.

And this coffee felt like heaven for her. Nicholas chuckled at her antics. Bella’s eyes were closed when she was drinking and was enjoying the after taste of it. When she heard Nicholas’ laughter she opened her eyes and felt embarrassed at her behavior. “What is this brew? It tastes good and the after taste is also good. It tastes like mint” “It is indeed mint. Do you like coffee? I can ask someone to drop this set of beans to you. I grow this on my farm. I sell this only to the elites. So only elites in our country know about it as it is not affordable to anyone.”

With blankness overtaking her facial expression “ well, we can go to the cafeteria if you insist, '' she said, placing the receiver back. Ryan smirked before saying “ I know a good place for coffee…..” Now, Jenny felt like cursing herself for bringing this on in the first place. ****** After a good few minutes of driving Ryan and Jenny were sitting across from each other in a grab-and-go coffee bar, which is quite known for the french style ambiance and cosy environment of it. The smell was circulating the shop because the coffee bar is located near the left side of the door. The first attraction for people mostly would be the baked food. They are tidily placed on the transparent glass cabi

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

Gradually, Nicole stopped drinking coffee at night or in the evening. However, after Clayton left, she could not sleep at all. She did not want to fall asleep either. The caffeine in the coffee relaxed her and allowed her to get rid of the stress and torment. Thus, she resumed her old habits. It was just that no one nagged at her anymore to say that coffee was bad for her health. Hearing what the person in front of her said by chance, Nicole was in a trance for a moment. It felt as if her husband was still around.

Nod nod. "I'd love a cup of tea. Do you want to come with me?" Oh. My. God. "Y-yes. That would be really nice." Great. She sounded like a robot. "There's a Coffee Central near the lobby. They do hot and cold beverages. And muffins. And smoothies. And pastries sometimes, and I'm not being paid to advertise them or anything." "Perfect." Poppy slipped her arm through Cole's, and they made their way downstairs, stepping into this new reality where Poppy Carrie touched her as she might a friend, quietly dissolving what was left of Cole's brain.

A full-on whiteout. Snow is still falling in vicious, sideways sheets, wind shoving at the glass so hard the panes rattle. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I drag a hand over my face, sighing, bracing for the inevitable claustrophobia. Then a smell so familiar warm, dark and bitter in a way that makes my stomach twist painfully. Coffee! It didn’t smell like the instant kind and those cheap motel powder. Actual freshly brewed black coffee, and it’s the perfect number one fix I take every morning.

Purchase regularly! Riley closes the notebook for a moment, his chest tight. It feels impossible to breathe, the emotions threatening to choke him. That coffee had always been his comfort drink, especially on cold mornings when he's distracted by things at work. Amanda used to make it for him without asking, a quiet gesture of love he hadn’t fully appreciated at the time. No. He doesn't even realize that it isn't a flavor that can be made by the company-provided coffee machine. The silence of the villa presses down on him as he sits there, the notebook still clutched in his hands.