The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

As if unable to refuse Carol White's invitation, Tristan entered the workroom of the woman who owns the boutique, he sat down and was given a cup of coffee by Carol. A cup of black coffee with a fragrant aroma made Tristan unable to refuse the cup of coffee he got from Carol. Slowly, Tristan lifted the coffee cup, still steaming hot, and sipped. "You like it?" Carol White smiled because Tristan wanted to drink the coffee he served. "It smells terrific. What kind of coffee do you use?"

“Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.” The voice was elegant and sonorous, so everyone could not help but look at the person. It was a man looking dignified in a silver-gray suit. He came up to Nicole. “What a coincidence, Miss Riddle.” Nicole raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see Jared here. “What are you doing here?” Seeing that Nicole was so curious, Max quickly stepped forward. “I guess you haven’t known — this new café belongs to Mr. Johnston.” “This is his café?” While Nicole furrowed his brows, those people sitting behind her were stu

I was good to go. "You're ready?" She asked, I nodded and walked after her into the air-conditioned mall. People were milling about when we reached Rabiah's store so we walked right into her office, not eveb stopping. Rabiah had opened a one stop store for all types of coffees. Coffee beans from all sorts of places and grinders to make them finely ground, different types of coffee makers, even coffee creams were on display. When we got in, we met Rabiah sorting out orders and after pleasantries, we joined in. Ending only after Zuhr, we went out to the mosque some blocks away from the mall, prayed and strolled back to the shop.

It tasted bitter; notes of caramel, dark chocolate, and even something that felt like smoke. "I'm not letting you take my builder, Kade." "Well, who brewed this coffee?" I had to ask, hoping he would give that one away. But no such luck when he smiled and said, "Oh, that's me. But you already have me." We sat down on pillows, legs crossed and waited for the chef to finish whatever he started. "It's been years since you came here, Kade," Caine pointed out. He gently placed his cup on a saucer. "I never thought that you would return on very uncomfortable circumstances."

"But there's really nothing wrong with my factory, Mr. Yale." Hunter ignored her. He simply put down his cup of coffee while smiling. He got up and picked up the coffee in front of Celena and said with great pity, "It's a shame this coffee is wasted. It's a blend that I've treasured for a long time. I thought you liked tea as well."

"Mom and Dad don't drink coffee, and Dad doesn't work on this side of town. Mom always gets her groceries from the store near our house. They don't have to know. We can tell them we serve coffee at a coffee house." Alex sighed, knowing that before too long, Toni was going to get her caught up in one of her schemes. "Plus, look at the name," Toni said, pointing at the sign. "Twin Mountain Coffee Company?" Alex asked. She rolled her eyes. "Come on, the owner is going to love us," Toni said. "It won't work if you don't do it with me." "You're gorgeous enough on your own to work there," Alex informed her. "Aleeeeeeex," Toni whined. She stared at her, bottom lip protruding for a few long moments.

him to the exit. He bought the entire coffee shop across the street, turning it into his private observation post, his eyes burning a hole through the glass during every one of my lectures. But Tristan's men were there too, and the two sides faced off through the glass. The tyrant who once made Chicago tremble couldn't even get close to me now. "Is that bastard still in New York?" Tristan asked, frowning at the coffee shop across the street. "Yes," I answered quietly. "I'll have my men remove him."

I look at him but he just turned his back on me and lay on the sofa. I just rolled my eyes and went back to the sofa after making my tea. "Where is my coffee?" He asked while stretching his palm towards me as if he's asking for a coin. "Don't you have hands? And why are you making your coffee here? You're rich right?" I frankly spoke and take a sip of my tea. "Hey! You're so greedy. It was just a coffee." He growls and wrapped his hand under his chest. "Excuse me, sir. I don't drink homemade coffees and I don't buy powder coffee from any convenient store. I want foreign coffees and transported one. They smell so nice." I said but I just receive an annoying glare from him.

“Fancy running into you here. Is your office around…” “I heard of this new spot, and I have to try it." He pointed to the outdoor space in front of us. A man was selling the ‘best’ coffee out of a truck. “Same” “Then coffee's on me," he offered to buy, but I shook my head and dragged out my card. “Please let me…. To thank you for the book." “If you do this, Jessie, then I'll be forced to think you don't want to be friends.”

“That’s amazing. Are coffee beans difficult to grow?” “I wouldn’t say so,” the barista said with a shrug. Amanda’s eyes dropped down to his shirt, where a silver nametag was pinned. She had never really bothered to get to know his name, despite seeing him here on a nearly daily basis for the past half a year. His name was Cassian. “At least, I’ve never had much trouble with it. It’s something I really love to do, I’ve discovered.” “I had no idea you were such a coffee connoisseur,” Amanda said earnestly. She smiled sheepishly at him. “I kind of figured you were just a normal guy, working in your free time to make some money wherever you could get it.”