Slow Burn Coffee Novels & Stories

He’ll know. And now, I looked at it again. A full-page, bullet-pointed, bolded guide titled “Mr Blackwood’s Coffee: Do Not Deviate”. I squinted at it like it was some kind of ancient spellbook. Or worse—blueprints for constructing a bomb. “Two full tablespoons of espresso grind. Not coarse. Not fine. Medium-dark roast only.” “Heat milk separately. Not more than 60 seconds. Use a thermometer. If no thermometer, pray.”

Still, I chose to ignore it— there was no time to waste if I didn’t want to be late making Alaric’s coffee. I walked up to the coffee machine, gulping nervously before beginning with the basics. Filtered water. Exactly 1.5 tablespoons of coffee per cup. “Oh my goodness! She’s still around? She hasn’t been fired yet??” I froze as someone whispered behind me. “No freaking way. You see it too, right? I’m not delusional? Or did we both drink too much last night, because there’s no way she actually lasted a week. Isn’t this the longest anyone’s ever stayed?”

His brows arched as he picked up the mug and there was dead silence in the room, he took a deep breath and walked brought out the trash can again, spilling the contents right into it, ‘Can you tell me what's wrong with the coffee Miss Turner? Oh God this is it, she thought as she scratched the back of her head in confusion, she did what he asked her to do—she made the coffee with the Guatemalan beans, two cups of sugar and even brewed it extra black so she wasn't sure where she went wrong, ‘I can't think of an answer sir'. ‘Well I can..', he slammed the mug right back on the trolley, ‘It's fucking cold Miss Turner!!'.

she announced with a dramatic flourish. I laughed. "You're still calling it that?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Espresso to wake you up, caramel to sweeten your day, a dash of cinnamon for that extra kick, and oat milk for the smooth finish. Perfect for number crunchers like you." Moments later, Lila slid the steaming cup across the counter. The aroma was intoxicating, a combination of strong coffee and sweet caramel. "Here you go. On the house," she winked.

Nicole looked at them with disdain and scorn in her eyes, her powerful persona irrefutable. “This coffee bean is roasted using the internationally famous Floeze Roast extremely deep roasting method so that the roasted coffee beans have a strong aroma, smooth taste but not sour. It brews a unique café au lait. I don’t know if you have heard of the principle that less is more. Often, the simpler the roasting method, the better the coffee, and coffee beans that have gone through over a dozen processes are probably just a pile of charcoal.” “Charcoal?” Everyone was stunned. Looking at the three girls who spoke just now, they thought about it carefully. It seemed that what Nicole had said made se

Carrying the coffee mug I held in my hand to my lips, I blew on the liquid within its depths, before taking a sip as the curls of steam rose above the cup, brushing my lips, cheeks, and nose with their dewy breath. No sooner had the bitter brew hit my tongue, though, than its scalding temperature rushed across it, blazing a trail of fire in its wake. Swallowing Hell's liquid inferno, I gave a hiss and grimaced at the sting. Letting out a curse, I began sucking in air and flicking my tongue against my teeth, trying to cool the burn. Damn! I'd never claimed I was smarter than the average bear, but shit, I sure as hell thought I was smarter than this!

Eventually I relented and agreed on the fact that Soren would stop a few meters away from school. "Why? Are you ashamed of people seeing you with me? Is that it?" he asked with genuine curiosity. I stabbed absentmindedly at the pastries which were still warm, their delicate layers crumbling just right with each stab, leaving a subtle sweetness lingering on the palate. The coffee, despite its unassuming appearance in a plain ceramic mug, surprised me with its rich, velvety texture and unexpected sweetness—a perfect balance of caramel notes and a slight nutty undertone. Finally I relented and stared at him squarely head on. "No. It's quite the opposite actually."

Bring it within five minute" He told me then disconnected the call.. That arrogant jerk. He again ordered me. Am I his pet? Wait I will make coffee for you. Just wait.. Thinking this I walked out. Entering the office kitchen I start preparing his black coffee but this time I boil the water little longer than usual then I mixed five spoon of slat. Now it's became a perfect salty so hot coffee. Here I comes my dream boy.. Knocking at his room I entered and speak up," Here your coffee Mr. Kn.. no my dream boy"

“There’s also an inflatable pillow. I know how tedious this part of your job can be.” “Tell me it's coffee with milk, please.” I said hopefully, reaching for the thermos before going for cups. “I'll kiss your feet if it’s so. I hate black coffee.” “It's latte, but you don't need the kissing part,” He said quickly. I moaned with pleasure at the sweet elixir my boss had brought me and turned to him, handing him a cup. “That's for you, Vivienne. I just wanted to know how you and Sunny were doing before I left.”

She asks as she walks out, muttering what a dumbass I was. I take a big drink of the black coffee she placed on the tub's edge, feeling the cold water sobering me up. My clothes felt heavy against my body as I tried to move my limbs to sit up further in the tub. The bitterness of the coffee hit my tongue first, and it suited the mood I was currently in. The coffee was helping to warm my inside as my outside continued to freeze from being cold.