The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

*But tonight, it just makes us fast. "Prince Tristan." Jaro stepped up to the base of the ramp. The massive foreman looked exhausted, dark bags hanging under his eyes, but he stood with a rigid, newfound pride. He handed Tristan a heavy, leather-wrapped canteen. "Coffee," Jaro rumbled, a faint smile touching his soot-stained face. "Brewed thick enough to patch a hull breach. The workers wanted you to have it." Tristan took the canteen. The heat of the metal seeped through his tactical gloves. It was a small, incredibly human gesture in a world currently dictated by ledgers and artillery.

“You’re too cheerful for someone who dragged me halfway up a mountain yesterday.” He grinned. “You’re welcome.” “Remind me again why I agreed to this?” she asked, stretching. “Because,” he said, offering her a mug, “you secretly love the view.” Sarah took the coffee and inhaled deeply, strong, earthy, slightly burnt. “You made this?” He nodded. “I used to brew coffee for my father’s medical staff when I was a kid. I wasn’t allowed near the OR, so I became their caffeine supplier.”

“Zara’s Java Jolt?” “Yes, ma'am,” the maid says with a happy grin. “That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.”

"The scrying mirror! Can the technicians loop that specific segment? My wolf must witness the bloom one more time!" "Me too! Let me see it!" "Can any wolf here grant me a single sip of that fluid? Just one drop?" "Excuse me, Alpha Sterling? Could you introduce my vanguard to your eldest son? I manage the high trade routes at Orecchiette Cafe..." "I am the supreme director of XX Coffee, and my house requires a formal meeting with his shadow..."

DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE THAT DRINK DAMN DECAF COFFEE? Kenton ~”Trayton come get some fresh air.” Trayton ~”NO. I AM BREATHING PERFECTLY FINE. I DON'T NEED FUCKING FRESH AIR.” Mary ~”Trayton please.” Trayton ~”JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. GUNNER PLEASE FIND THAT DAMN DOCTOR BEFORE I BREAK HIS LEGS.” Gunner ~”Yes boss.” Trayton ~”DAMIAN PLEASE GO WITH MY MOTHER TO GET EVERYONE COFFEE WITH CAFFEINE.”

Finally, all the customers had left, and the shop became quiet. [Iced Americano] Just as he was catching his breath and checking his phone, he saw this message. The sender was, of course, Douglass Brady. It was a message that had arrived a whole three hours ago. In short, he wanted coffee delivered. This was one of Douglass's new routines that had been continuing for the past few days. When he first demanded delivery, he insisted that Mitch bring it all the way to his office, which was quite troublesome. It would be too conspicuous for the first-floor café owner to be seen coming and going to the youngest son of Laverne Group's chairman's office carrying coffee.

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.

It was heaven, housed in four walls. Drifting forward as if my body no longer needed feet, I slid my fingers over the appliances that ground, heated, percolated, and otherwise turned the precious coffee bean into the ground compost that brought meaning to my life. I moaned. He better have good coffee here. It would be a horrific shame if all he had came in a can. "What kind of coffee do you have?" A dark smile pulled at his mouth. "Ospina." I sucked in a breath. "No." It came out as a breathy moan.

called me last night and told me to check on your shower.” I breathed in relief and gave him my sweetest smile. “Oh, right! I remember. I am so sorry I just woke up and I didn’t really have much time to fix this place, but please do come in.” I was about to follow the man inside my room when somebody grabbed my arm from behind. “Oh Chris! Hey!” “Sorry did I startle you? I got you some coffee.” I shook my head and said, “Oh! How sweet of you and no you didn’t startle me at all. Thanks for the coffee.” I said while taking the coffee from Chris. I took a sip and for some reason the taste of the coffee gave me such calmness like it was almost magical. “Who- did you make this coffee?” He smiled

That is my mother's domain. "I brought you coffee, sir." "Thank you." I take a sip and it is like the world has become brighter. It has a strong but smooth taste. "This is an amazing coffee. What make is this?" "It is Jacobs Kronung." "Keep them coming please." The waiter nods and walks away. I keep sipping on my coffee. This is the kind of coffee you don't spoil with sugar or creamer. You drink it straight up. The waiter comes back once again with a plate in his hand. He places the plate in front of me. I stare at the plate. It has a big sausage with french fries.