Novel Coffee Novels & Stories

She knew she needed to make the coffee perfect, especially given Bentley's bad mood. Determined, Nova returned to the break room. She took a deep breath and began. She ground the beans, trying to recall the texture Claire had described. She measured the coffee carefully, remembering that Bentley didn't like sugar. She frothed the milk, hoping she was doing it right. After what felt like an eternity, the coffee was ready. Nova poured it into a cup, her heart beating slightly. She carried it to Bentley's office, each step amplifying her anxiety. The tension in the office was palpable, and her heart pounded in her chest.

, 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.

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.

Within few minutes he returned with a hot cup of coffee in a small plate. Cappuccino has always been my favourite type of coffee, I'm usually not picky with things but I'm definitely picky when it comes to coffee. I picked up my phone mindlessly and began to scroll through the net, not for any reason particularly. I just wanted to ease myself from all the stress. My subconscious quickly reminded me of my meeting with Janis and my son, everytime I sit alone I begin to remember those moments, for some reason that I can't explain.

She kept sniffing and took a deep breath before she pushed the coffee she ordered to Cordelia. Cordelia felt her heart drop looking at it. What was supposed to happen had still happened. Despite that, she still wanted to make a bet—on Zennie’s feelings for her. Cordelia asked with a smile, “You’ve already ordered?” “Mm, I ordered before you came…” Zennie’s hand kept picking the wooden table. “It’s the cafe’s new launch, dirty coffee. It looks dirty but tastes decent.” Cordelia looked at the coffee silently.

]- “Tell Maddox that I love him too.” -[“I will.”]- After wrapping up the call, a sudden awareness sweeps over me, like a cool breeze that unsettles the stillness. My gaze settles upon the half-empty cup of coffee perched beside my laptop. The liquid's warmth long faded. I frown, a sudden unease gripping me. A cup of coffee is a fragment of my routine, a prop in my decisions and responsibilities as a CEO and an Alpha. But now, it seems like a riddle, a forgotten piece of a puzzle I couldn't quite place. My fingers curl around the ceramic handle, the touch cool against my skin. The aroma of the coffee still lingers in the air like a siren's call that tugs at my senses. The liquid inside is a

But in that instant Belinda was not there, so Hailey had ni choice but to do it herself. She quickly walked up to the working oantry and avoided his gaze. She then searched the cabinet which was filled with coffee beans. She seemed to have heard Belinda that Nikolai only like to drink a limited edition coffee that was imported from Europe. She tried her best to distinguish it from the area of coffee beans, and then she found it. The sound of the brewing machine was very soft, and then it was heard in the silent office. At that moment, Hailey quietly turned around and she saw Nikolai fixing his gaze on her.

"Do not worry. Calvin will surely be found soon. This morning Richmond went to the office in full spirits. Something I rarely saw during my marriage to him. So I can assume that he has a new clue about Calvin's whereabouts. Ahh.. here's your coffee." "Thank you. It smells great, you mix it perfectly.” Pedro took a slow sip of his warm coffee. "That's my grandmother's secret recipe. There are certain techniques to make coffee to have a strong aroma and a distinctive coffee taste.” “It's the perfect coffee. Especially when paired with homemade muffins like this.”

Nicole’s POV The local coffee shop had always been our sanctuary. It was a cozy, familiar little place nestled just a few blocks away from the main university gates, filled with the comforting hum of the espresso machine, the gentle, rhythmic clinking of ceramic mugs, and the rich, heavy aroma of roasted coffee beans. Usually, the moment I stepped through the door, the ambient warmth and the soft indie acoustic music playing from the ceiling speakers would instantly wash away whatever academic stress I had been carrying. It was the one place where the rest of the world felt like it could wait.

One Henry couldn't stand as he forbade coffee for its hyperactivity as it seemed to make my thoughts 'fantastical'. As I entered the apartment to find it empty, I took a luxury in the gifted coffee and sipped it until it was empty, slipped into a bath, and once again thought about Grey Alluna before eventually falling asleep for the night in my cold bed, warmed by these new memories coming in fractions.