Onyx And Alabaster Coffee Novels & Stories

If Orion knew that Cyrus was the seventh child of Winston Taylor, the wealthiest man from Belbanks, would he straight up have Cyrus move into his own office? Jasper was in no hurry to drink the coffee. He tapped on the mug to test its temperature before blowing at it gently. He then offered it to Alyssa. "Here. It's not scalding anymore," he said. Cyrus and Orion were left speechless. "You have some, too." Alyssa took a sip before passing it back to Jasper. Jasper drank from the spot where her lips had just touched. Their interaction wasn't too over the top. Regardless, it made the onlookers feel envious.

"The scrying mirror! Can the technicians loop that specific segment? My wolf must witness the bloom one more time!" "Me too! Let me see it!" "Can any wolf here grant me a single sip of that fluid? Just one drop?" "Excuse me, Alpha Sterling? Could you introduce my vanguard to your eldest son? I manage the high trade routes at Orecchiette Cafe..." "I am the supreme director of XX Coffee, and my house requires a formal meeting with his shadow..."

The bank statements sometimes worked better than the holy book in giving peace of mind. Our discussions usually took place in the evenings, in the modest confines of our small balcony, over cups of coffee. This wasn't just any coffee, but a special blend from the Babels, with a richness and depth that Earth's varieties couldn't match, despite its hefty price tag. It had quickly become our shared indulgence, a small luxury in our hectic lives. Tonight, as we sat sipping our coffee, Alex broke the silence. “I have something I want to tell you,” he said, his gaze fixed on mine.

She was not going to take the insult lying down. “Smart aleck? How dare you call us that, hillbilly!” Raine was pissed as no one at school dared to talk to them like this. She thought Nicole was too arrogant. Norah remained silent, eager to see how the twins were going to fix Nicole. But Nicole just swirled her coffee cup and took a sip gracefully. “This isn’t Hablese coffee bean at all, but a new variety cultivated by a certain private estate in Floeze. It is a specialty, which is basically not sold to the public.”

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

She had to admit that Alpha Gray had an excellent taste in interior design. He pulled out a wooden bar stool for Nueva at a kitchen island countertop made in warm tones from reclaimed wood. Before, he walked around to a spacious kitchen bench and put two mugs next to a coffee machine. She watched him effortlessly conduct the tamping process before the conical burr grinder delivered the doses of coffee into the waiting mugs. Next, Alpha Gray steamed milk in a stainless jug and poured the frothy white liquid into her cup in the form of a leaf.

‘Would you prefer a digestif or coffee, madam? ‘Coffee would be nice, thanks.’ ‘Any preference? With cream? Sugar?’ ‘Just cream, no sugar.’ ‘We have Jamaican Blue Mountain, Hawaiian Kona, or Saint Helena. Fresh ground, of course.’ Before I could process any of that, he was already moving on. ‘Would you care for a stroll through the grounds? I’d be happy to show you the way. Or perhaps a lap in the pool? I’ll heat it right away if you like.’ I waved him off.

expression on his face. Larissa felt a tinge of guilt. Jasmine rushed over, with a tray of assorted cups of jasmine tea in her hand. "Larry, which one would you like? I make really good jasmine tea that tastes even better than those outside. "There's jasmine green tea, jasmine white tea, and also jasmine oolong, which type do you prefer?" Jasmine asked enthusiastically. Larissa cast a glance at Ambrose and awkwardly said to Jasmine, "I actually prefer coffee."

“Some varieties are, though typically to livestock, not wolves—or humans, for that matter. Some are edible, such as coffea Arabica.” I looked down and realized I had taken my mother’s hand. “Could someone have tried to awaken her with caffeine?” Iris shot me a look. “It’s too early for me to be making guesses. And I could use an assistant in here and some more reactants.” I nodded, put my mother’s hand back on the bed, and went looking for a familiar servant. Inevitably, I ended up in the kitchens. The estate for the Moonshadow Alpha was small and somewhat dark compared to the palace for the Lunaris Alpha, but I felt myself relaxing as I walked its stone hallways (that sweat a bit, it must b

I didn’t bring Wolfsbane. The scent of coffee wafts into the room while I'm sitting with Jordan and Kent. They seem comfortable in their skin and every inch the Alphas of this pack. Wiley is too, and he walks into the room behind a servant in a plain black dress and white apron wheeling a cart with every kind of tea sandwich and pastry, as well as a china coffee pot and delicate cups. Wildly different from drinking cocoa at my parents’ kitchen table just three days ago. “You take your coffee with a little milk, don’t you?” Kent asks.