Slow Burn Coffee Novels & Stories

Perhaps a cup of coffee to kickstart my system. I heated the leftover coffee in the pot and poured it into a cup, adding full cream and sugar. Taking a slow, cautious sip, I winced at the slight burn on my tongue. Goodness, it was piping hot. I diluted it with cold water and tasted it again, nodding at the warmth. The peaceful silence enveloped me as I prepared to ascend the stairs, but the sound of a shower running in Luciano's room caught my attention.

I hold the cup in my right hand as my left hand is still sore from the burn this morning caused by Aspen. I glanced at my hand thinking was it really the same Aspen who applied ointment to it? I reach his office, walked in and places his hot coffee on the table. It took me only eight minutes instead of ten. "Sir here is your coffee." He takes a sip, and within a few second, he spits it out. "What the hell!" I look at him feeling confused about what is happening, "why did you mix sugar into my coffee? Don't you know I drink black and I like it extra strong?" He asks and looks at me coldly.

��𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 180 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘦. 𝘛𝘩�

Lighting the flame, I collect all the pieces that I need to assemble my mocha, and after filling it with ground coffee, I start making coffee. I feel exhausted and am about to give out as I spend the entire night crying my eyes out. The smell of coffee fills the air slowly, soothing my mood slightly as it comforts my soul. I take a deep breath as I swallow another sob at another flashback of Giovanni walking away from me flickering before my inner eye. Cussing myself out, I concentrate back on the bubbling coffee. What could have been the best night of my life, turned into a living nightmare and I have the feeling that it is only going to get worse from here.

I plastered a fake grin and faced our customers. "The usual," Philip said, staring at me. "The usual? How about you Selene, what do you recommend?" Marco asked, his eyes were also on me. "Black coffee?" I answered, hoping Albert would do something about this awkward moment. "Just black coffee?" Marco confirmed. "Yeah, it's rich in antioxidants, can fight cell damage, and reduce serious health conditions." I blabbered, then I felt my cheeks flushed. They found my answer amusing that they couldn't help but laugh. Albert just smiled and put his arm on my waist, then whispered, "Thanks for the trivia. I'll take it from here,"

My coffee cup went airborne in slow motion, and SPLASH. The brown liquid poured down the shirt of a tall boy with long white hair, steam rose from the hot coffee, like he was on fire. Instead of reacting to the extreme hotness of my dear spilled coffee, he looked down at me with storm-gray eyes, his expression sharp enough to slice through a hard surface. His white shirt was already ruined, the coffee dripping from it like I’d tried to drown him in Starbucks. My hands flew to my lips. “Oh... Oh no, I—”

While still being lost in nature , I tilt the mug slowly so that the contents of the mug could flow into my mouth. “Fudge!!” I scream out in frustration. The sip of coffee is splattered on the floor and counter – I can still see the heat that radiates from it in the form of steam. My tongue feels as if it was burnt with fire , when in fact it was burnt with scorching coffee. I let my mouth hang open , hoping the air around me will cool it down. When I feel that does not work , I place my coffee mug on the counter and frantically fan my mouth. The little air that this action provides , soothes me – but very little. I rush towards to the sink and open the tap. I bend forward , placing my mouth

The relaxing atmosphere of the cafe lulls me into a calm I haven’t felt today. “They have used ones?” I nod. She eyes the ones on sale while I nudge the burrito and coffee toward her. “It’s called Miracle Pill.” I pointed to the cup of iced coffee. She eyed mine. “It’s the same, but mine’s hot. Instant energy, trust me.” I blow on the steam on my cup. Sure that it won’t cool it down but do it out of habit. She takes a bite of the giant burrito and proceeds to scarf it down.

Then I might actually kill him this time. After several hours of looking at my laptop, I place it on the end table and grab a cup of nice hot coffee. As I take a deep breath in, I close my eyes to revel in the aroma before I reopen them and take a sip. It’s too hot, so I end up burning my tongue. “Damn it.” I murmur under my breath while almost dropping the cup on the floor.

He averted his gaze uneasily, but he saw the snow white skin under her slightly exposed collar. He soon felt a surge of adrenaline around his abdomen. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" "How could I be so vile!" Nikokai's fingers trembled slightly and he lost grip of the cup of coffee in his hand. The hot coffee fell on the back of his hand. As soon as the hot coffee fell on the back of his hand, his hand was burned and it became flushed. His hand was soon filled with blisters. A bag was heard. Tbe cup of coffee also fell to the floor inexplicably.