Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

Cass strolled into Vance Street Roasters with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted—and exactly how to get it. The bell above the door chimed, letting in the scent of freshly ground coffee, dark chocolate, and ambition. She scanned the room once, her gaze snagging on a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit, seated by the window. He was reading something on his phone, his other hand curled around a coffee mug like it was an old friend.

“If it includes coffee, then I will eat breakfast.” “Are you some caffeine junky?” “Caffeine is an Ava junky.” “You did not just say the worst fucked up line ever.” “It is really not as bad as yours.” “Did you listen to yourself?” “Yes, and is quite fucked up, hey.” “I am glad to see that I'm starting to rub off on you.” “You are doing a lot more than rubbing.” “A lot more like what?” “It's too much to mention.” “You think you clever now.” “I am clever and hot.”

“Not some romance prodigy.” I carried my purse into the kitchen, where Ash was perched on a barstool, sipping coffee. Actual coffee. I froze, blinking at her. “Black coffee? Seriously? What’s going on with you?” Ash raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ve never seen you drink anything that isn’t wine, vodka, or some mix of the two.” She smirked, swirling the coffee in her mug. “Even I need a caffeine fix every now and then.”

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.

As I was about to open the door, I heard the sound of something being spat out. "What the hell is this?" he asked angrily causing me to turn, he was so angry I could nearly see the steam coming from his ear. "Co-coffee." I stuttered as a reply. "What type of coffee?" he inquired "Plain black coffee like you requested," I answered starting to get nervous. Isn't it coffee that's in it? "Can't you just do something good for once, why are you so bad at following orders. First, you were late, secondly no coffee on my table and when it finally arrives it tastes horrible. So tell me, Miss West, just what can you do? " he asked angrily

Only psychopaths drink black coffee. That’s what Cassie always said whenever I ordered an Americano at starbucks. As I stared at the man in front of me, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Trent Dalton arrived fashionably late this morning. I picked a casual cafe for us to meet in, knowing it was our best bet. I even picked out an area where nobody would know us. We didn’t want to be spotted by anybody, especially the press. Draped in his stupid suit, he seemed like the devil himself, sipping on his black coffee.

Talia’s expression remained blank, but her sarcasm was enough for Asmaira to fidget in embarrassment. “No…I mean…..yes, I know how to make Coffee,” she fumbled but straightened her back when Talia raised one brow. “Good. Because from today onwards it would be your responsibility. Amaan only drinks one brand, and we keep it in a special container in the pantry. Freshly ground beans, Coffee, black with no milk. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar. Don’t mess it up,” Talia fired the instructions and soon disappeared to her desk. His taste is also, like him, bitter. Asmaira scoffed.

Damn lady, you can act! "Indeed," Dark answered with his deep, rich voice. Damn, did I wet my panties? Why not? That man is the finest of them all, but of course, if I see some fine asses I want to screw, I go ahead and screw them and leave. I can only settle for one man, and his name is Dark. “Your dark coffee, ma'am." She said. "Oh, you are sweet. Thank you. That would be all for now.” I said, and she left the table. I didn't hear the rest of their conversation since the waitress brought my Americano, and I couldn’t just collect the coffee from her and dismiss her right away.

Arham said with a small cornered smile. "Yesterday you asked me to make your Girlfriend jealous and today flirting with me?" Ayat asked with narrowed eyes. "What's wrong in complimenting a beautiful girl?...." Arham asked with one raised eyebrow. "I have never seen a shameless man like you in my whole life..." Ayat said, shaking her head in disbelief then stepped down from the stool and made coffee for him. "Are you serious?.." Arham asked, looking at his coffee cup. Ayat has written 'SHAMELESS' on his coffee.

‘Please, hurry! As the taxi weaved through traffic, Alessia’s mind was buzzing with anticipation and adrenaline. She needed to act with precision, ensuring she captured the evidence without drawing any suspicion to herself. The taxi pulled up outside the coffeehouse, and Alessia paid the driver with a nod of gratitude before stepping out. She adjusted her disguise—a pair of oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat—and slipped into the bustling cafe. The coffeehouse Alessia visited was called ‘Espresso Haven,’ a quaint and cosy establishment known for its exquisite artisanal coffee blends and serene atmosphere.