Slow Burn Coffee Novels & Stories

When the water was ready, I poured it into my cup and added a sachet of caffeine and a spoonful of sugar before swirling. I returned to my family’s casket and sat down to keep watch over them. I blew the coffee before taking a sip because my tongue might get scorched by the hot water. I felt my entire body wake up as I finished my coffee. “I could watch them for a few hours,” I thought to myself.

“Make it something rich. I think he needs it.” Mattie nodded eagerly, her apron swinging as she turned to leave. But then Caleb spoke, his voice calm, low, without hesitation. “Uh—Mattie, please… I like my coffee dark roast. Low sugar. Just one cube. No cream. If it’s too hot, let it sit for a minute before bringing it out. The flavor’s better when it settles.” Mattie paused, turned halfway back with a nod, and left. But Crystal didn’t move. She stood rooted to the spot, her smile faltering.

Finding one near the window, overlooking the dimly lit street outside, didn't take long. The city was eerily quiet at this hour, with only the occasional car passing by, its headlights cutting through the darkness. I slid into the chair, wrapping my hands around my cup. The warmth of the drink was comforting against my chilled fingers. Taking a small sip, I let the familiar taste of sweet caramel and bitter espresso spread across my tongue before swallowing. The heat traveled down my throat, and almost immediately, I felt the caffeine seep into my system, sending a pleasant jolt of energy through my veins.

the boy said, setting a tall black coffee on the corner of the desk. The smell hit Kael like a physical blow. Usually, the bitter, roasted aroma of Arabica was his fuel, the only thing keeping him upright during twenty-hour workdays. But today, the scent was different. It was oily, rancid, smelling less like caffeine and more like burnt rubber and rot. Kael’s stomach did a violent, nauseating flip. He swallowed hard, the back of his throat tightening as his mouth flooded with saliva—the universal warning sign of an impending disaster.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine. Are...you? Are you okay? Do you feel fine?" I frown at him, "What is this 20 questions?" Soul shakes his head, "Sorry, forget it." I brush it off and shrug my shoulders, "Hmmm...okay then." I get started on making the coffee and heating the brownie. While I was at it, I made a coffee for me and Soul as well. I like my coffee a little stronger than most and with one teaspoon of honey. I place the coffee in front of Soul, he looks up at me and gives a small smile.

He was still seething. That morning replayed like a cruel loop. The so-called “coffee” Sky had made nearly ended him. He could still taste the acrid bitterness that had burned his tongue. One sip, just one, and his stomach had revolted. He’d spat it out immediately, coughing, his eyes watering. “Damn it, Sky,” he’d rasped. “What in the world is this?” Her face had flushed crimson, guilt and panic chasing across her features. “I-I followed a recipe online. Maybe I put too much espresso—”

"It's cheaper too, since I don't gotta add half the world's production of Splenda per year to each cup." "Bitch, I like it to taste not bitter and burnt as hell! And it's the time of the year for gingerbread coffee! 24oz, 14 splenda packets, and a bunch of gingerbread creamer. It's delicious!" Dillon ranted. "Yer gonna get cancer if you ain't careful with that chemical shit. Here, s'go." He handed Dillon his bitch drink and they walked out.

He said few minutes after scanning the paper his voice curt and almost dismissive. “Get me a hot caramel latte, whole milk, extra sweet, four pumps of vanilla and two pumps of caramel brewed to exactly 140 degrees. Serve it in a ceramic mug not paper.” He said in one breathe and I stared at him surprised I thought he would ask for black coffee or something now he wants this super sweet coffee. I nodded as I walked to the breakroom, my legs feeling heavy. I made the coffee, using the thermometer Sarah had left on the counter for me. I made sure to make it exactly how he ordered it as I didn’t want to do it again.

I murmured to myself before I sip on my coffee but slowly unlike Alaric. I smiled when the mixture tasted creamy. “Never thought that coffee in the convenience store is better than those expensive coffee shops.” I commented with a shrug. Alaric went back after a few minutes with a bottle of yogurt on his hand. He wink at me before opening it, smoothly sips on the lid before releasing a deep breath. “That was just a minor degree burn so a cold pressure will do.” I shook my head. “What were you thinking and you sip on that hot coffee too fast!” I exclaimed.

Last time, Lilac ordered for the both of us, but I wanna try their other stuff now. "Have you guys decided on what to order?" Scarlet asked as she closed her menu. "They have coffee beans here that I've never even heard of, so I'm kinda excited to try them out." "Do they have anything that's a little sweet? I'm not really too big on the bitter stuff." Crimson explained. "Is sweet coffee even effective?" I asked. "Isn't bitter coffee more effective if you wanna stay awake?" "That isn't true." Somebody interrupted us. We looked to our side and saw a colorless boy, probably our waiter. "Arabica Bourbon coffee beans have a natural sweetness to them, so you don't need to add anything. You can jus