Novel Point Coffee Novels & Stories

"Oh, we're back to last night's topic?" "No! I'm just trying to be a better wife and a better mommy. Do you want coffee? Because I do!" "In that case, let's stop by one of the coffee shops!" "Can I have ice cream?" "You've been a good girl and ate your breakfast well, so... okay!" "Yay!" The small Sebastian Lim family decided to make a pit stop at a specialized coffee shop in the capital. This place exclusively served the finest coffee products made from the best beans. It wasn't a large coffee shop like the famous ones, as it was located in an upscale residential area in Jakarta, known only to connoisseurs of traditionally roasted coffee beans.

CHAPTER 144—What's Her Problem This Time? Nishane's Point of View "GOOD morning. May I take your order, Ma'am." Mirae's voice was lively when I heard her take the first order this morning at the coffee shop. We opened a little past noon but as always, there were many customers waiting outside for us to open. "Can I have two slices of Tiramisu and two Iced Americano for dine in," answered the female customer. It looks beautiful and sophisticated.

-SIENNA- Fiddling with my cappuccino, I waited for my fake fiancée to arrive. We spoke briefly on the phone yesterday and arranged to meet after work at my favorite coffee shop near my apartment. The cozy place, decorated with green walls and white furniture, serves the best coffee in the area. But my favorite part is the small garden in the back with the tables arranged around a small fountain. The smell of the flowers combined with the smell of coffee makes everything better. It's like a hidden oasis in the middle of Manhattan. Choosing to meet in one of my safe places was a strategic decision to give me more strength when the nerves fluttered in my stomach.

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"

May as well live through the characters in the books. After a couple hours of reading. I get up throw on a simple matching brown sweat set. Grab my bag, hitting the kitchen up for a plain muffin and apple for breakfast. Setting off, for my first day. I hit up the local Coffeehouse ‘Glazes Coffee Co’. Out of the 17 coffee shops on campus this one was hands down my favourite. Tucked behind the Psychology building. It’s perfect, playing the same music I have coursing through my AirPods with the best atmosphere for studying and catching up and don’t get my started on their ham and cheese croissant it’s heaven in a box, literally. I would marry it, if I could.

“Give me one ice Americano please. The regular one.” “That would be $5 sir.” Neil gave his card. The employee swiped the card and gave it back to him. “Please sit first, sir. We will serve your coffee once it ready.” “Alright~” He put his card back to his wallet and took a seat. It’s already 11pm in the evening. Inside a coffee shop that opens 24 hours, there are few customers around. Neil looked around and sighed.

JENNA The first thing I notice is the coffee. Not that there is coffee — there is always coffee in the Vale Industries break room on the twenty-eighth floor, a machine that produces something adequately drinkable that my team has been supplementing with beans from a place two blocks away because Priya has standards she refuses to compromise even on a client site. What I notice, on Wednesday morning of our second week, is that there is a cup already on my workstation when I arrive. Not from the break room machine. From the good place two blocks away. My order — oat milk, one sugar, the medium roast — in a cup with my name written on it in handwriting that is not Priya's and not Marcus's and i

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.

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?

Make no small plans for they have no power to stir the soul. She’d always found its ambiguity comforting, especially as it could be applied to coups, fashion empires, and just as likely, a pumpkin-spiced latte from her favorite coffee shop, Project Caffeine; which she reckoned would be enough to set her heart—and taste buds—on fire. Nestled in the major thoroughfare of Fifth Avenue, its environmentally friendly quiet ambience came as a surprise to any who stepped in through its doors to see its whitewashed wood panels and the potted greenery.