Onyx Latte Novels & Stories

I’d arrived thirteen minutes early because my penthouse feels like a mausoleum. And waiting there meant staring at my phone willing it to buzz with a cancellation text. "Usual?" The barista didn't look up from the espresso machine. I nodded. She started making Elena's coffee first. Oat milk latte. Extra shot. Cinnamon dust on top. The order I'd memorized like a prayer and repeated. Then mine. Black. Simple. The kind of order that didn't require thought.

His pair of grey eyes stared at mine deeply trying to convey so many things that words couldn't say and I just couldn't understand. "Excuse me, please. I'll like to know what your orders will be." That seemed to break us out of the magical trance that we appeared to get into, every time our eyes meet. I felt my face turn slightly red in embarrassment as I moved my eyes away. Dixon cleared his throat and spoke. "I'll have the Pumpkin Spiced Latte and..." He looked towards me waiting for my order. "I'll have one Pistachio Rose Latte with a Raspberry Swirl Loaf, please." I said just as Toby punched in some random things into his screen. He opened his mouth to say something, our bill I guess but

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, rattling off the drinks as clearly and quickly as I could. “A double shot espresso with almond milk, a matcha oat latte, one cold brew with vanilla, black coffee—no sugar or cream, iced americano, sparkling water with lemon, and chamomile herbal tea. All in takeaway cups, please.” The barista blinked but nodded, tapping into the screen rapidly. I checked my phone again. The meeting had started. My heart sank. My mouth went dry. Alexander would never let this go.

Aunt Stella chuckled, "Well, you've chosen the perfect haven, and fortunately, your favorite booth is unoccupied." "Fantastic," Izzy chirped with a grin. "What would you ladies like to order? I'll have the baristas prepare it for you," Aunt Stella inquired. Izzy was quick to respond, "I'll go for a Hazelnut Latte." "I'm in the mood for a cinnamon dolce latte," Emma chimed in. "And I'll have a double chocolate blended iced mocha," I declared, earning playful looks of disgust from Izzy and Emma.

I roll my eyes at Lyra flirtation. At first his eyes widen as his cheeks blush red, but soon a laugh escapes his lips. "But For now I'll have a iced caramel Macchiato" she says. Andy nods, a smile still formed on his lips. He looks over at me "and you?" He asks. "Um I'll have a White chocolate cinnamon chai latte" I say with a smile. My usual. I swear I've tried every drink in this place and that has just always been my favorite.

I placed my hand over his, making him look at me. “It would be, just be positive. You guys will win.” He gave me a lopsided grin and squeezed my hand in gratitude. I pulled my hand away and rested on the chair. At this moment the waitress came with my coffee and it looked really creamy. “Alright love.” she said while placing the cup on the table. “Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra fo

Usually, other boys couldn't go upstairs, but he always had no trouble getting through, and the dormitory manager would even send him upstairs with a smile. When he arrived at Catherine's dorm, Ronin immediately handed the lattes to Isabella and Amelia, which instantly piqued their interest. Amelia took the latte, a little surprised. "Ronin, why didn't you give it to Catherine?" she asked. Ronin only brought two lattes. He gave one to her and the other to Isabella, which meant Catherine couldn't get it. "It's okay, Catherine doesn't like latte. I brought her something else," he said, raising the thermos in his hand, containing rose liqueur, which was Catherine's favorite drink.

She’s an actress anyways. “A non-fat, half-caf, triple shot oat milk latte, extra hot with exactly two pumps of sugar free vanilla, a sprinkle of cinnamon on top and served in a warm ceramic mug- not paper, oh and can you make sure it’s stirred counter clockwise?” The waitress frowns deeply, her pen hovering over her notepad. “Right,” she says slowly, before repeating the order. Alisha nods, smiling. The edges of her face betrays her inner thoughts, ‘You have got to be freaking kidding me,’

She guessed that this girl is a college student. “Good day, Miss,” Maxine greeted. After looking at the menu above, the cute customer ordered, “Give me one classic latte, Two Ice Americano and don’t forget to add two shots. One mocha with chocolate powder on the top and then four iced Americano with whipped cream.” “Grande or Medium?” “All Grande.” “Got it. Let me repeat your drinks, Miss. One classic latte, two ice Americano, with extra two shots, one mocha with chocolate powder and four iced Americano with whipped cream.”