At The Existentialist Cafe Novels & Stories

"We’re never going to be civil, are we?" "Not unless someone puts us in silver chains," I pointed out. "And even then, I’d probably just bite you out of spite." "So, no chance of a truce? Not even for the next hour?" "Not a prayer in hell." We pulled up to The Howl & Bean a moment later, a small neutral-ground cafe on the edge of the territory. We strolled inside, blending into the short line of omegas and scouts. I scanned the menu—it hadn't changed since the day I was exiled—but my internal alarm suddenly went off. I looked out the front window at the street, and my heart dropped into my stomach.

Tessa’s POV I sit quietly at a counter seat near the front of the 24-hour cafe, sipping the disgusting coffee and barely edible omelette while I scroll through the burner phone to catch up on the news. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as people queue up in a line to enter the store across the street. They all seem very excited and happy to be there. The window of the store has the silhouette of a wolf wearing a pointy witch's hat. Above the image, in curly purple and white lettering, are the words ‘Pâtisseries de’ and below it are ‘Loup Magique’ meaning ‘Magic Wolf Pastries’. I roll my eyes at blatant call out to the owners of the little bakery. The lights in the front of the store turn

“O-okay. I’m actually on my way to the cafeteria. Maybe we can have coffee there.” “Honestly, there aren’t any good coffee shops in the cafeteria area. Let me treat you at my favorite coffee shop. I guarantee you’ll love it. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything weird. If you don’t trust me, we can each drive our own cars. How about it?” he asked. His explanation made sense. There really isn’t much to a school cafeteria or even a university cafeteria. “Okay. Where is the coffee shop?” “Le Petite Tasse. That’s the name of the coffee shop on Avenue Street. It’s easy to find. In that case, let’s meet there. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

The menu was filled with quirky dish names and creative descriptions that made it even more enjoyable. "I'll have the 'Crazy Chicken Sandwich,' please," I said, laughing at the name. "And I'll have the 'Bonkers Burger'," Asher added with a grin. The waiter seemed to be enjoying our enthusiasm and smiled as he noted down our orders. "Great choices! I'll be right back with your drinks," he said, before disappearing into the kitchen. As we waited for our food, Asher leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "You know, I found this café for you because its exclusively for crazy people like you."

“That café looks quiet—it’s Monday morning, so it shouldn’t be crowded. A good place to talk.” Ajax gave a brief nod, following her without question. They made their way to the café in his car, parked without issue, and stepped inside. The scent of roasted beans and faint vanilla greeted them as they entered. Sparse customers—mostly students or remote workers—glanced up instinctively when the pair walked in. A couple near the front even did a double take, whispering to each other after Gwyneth and Ajax passed.

Brian's POV The waiter arrived with the coffee I ordered as he served it in front of me. He left as I sipped my coffee waiting for Jasper. The cafe is in the far end of the town and I made a VIP reservation just for our meetings. I kicked against meeting in a club because anyone can see you. Clubs are no longer safe for important people like me. I waited patiently for him for sometime before I saw him making his way into the cafe through the rear glass. I stood up and moved to a less noticeable place and sat on the chair.

Helena was satisfied with the waiter's explanation and ordered from the menu. Not long after, the café bell rang again. But Helena kept her eyes on it. After all, anyone is free to visit this cafe, right? Just like Tiara, who is now focusing her attention on Helena. She's not paying attention to someone who enters the cafe area. But it was different with the person who came into the cafe area, looking around carefully. This was particularly true at the table where the key client was seated with the formidable Foxwoman named Tiara Jacob. The man sat down in a less conspicuous spot to keep an eye on things. He was relaxed, as if he already knew the vibe of this cafe, even though it was his fir

But Hannah’s hand was already on my arm, her fingers squeezing with a silent, desperate plea for moral support. "We’d love to," Hannah said, her voice a fraction too high. "Emma? Mia? You guys are free, right?" "Absolutely," Mia said, her voice dripping with a sarcasm so dry it was practically dehydrated. "I wouldn’t miss it for the world." I couldn't speak. I just nodded, a puppet on Hannah’s strings, and followed the three of them out into the crisp Monday morning air. The cafe was a sanctuary of dark wood, brass fixtures, and the rich, comforting scent of roasted beans. On any other day, I would have loved it here. I would have opened my laptop and lost myself in a chapter. But today, it

« I don’t know? Raw talent I guess? » They all started to laugh when howling wolves could be heard outside. Bianca looked in surprise as half-naked men entered the café. They were now throwing shirts at each other. Mat took a business smile and grabbed a list from under the bar. « Gentlemen from the Red Moon Pack, I presume? Welcome to Crossroad Café! I present you my two charming waitresses Bianca and Aiyana! You can sit everywhere you like. I’ll just ask you to not let your wolves out. »

Pitiful! Chelsea grabbed Jessica in an embrace. Fortunately, the atmosphere of the cafe was still quiet because there was no time for people to have lunch. From a distance two pairs of eyes were watching Chelsea and Jessica from earlier. The two of them were Lexi and Arsene. “Who owns the cafe?" Lexi asked . Arsene took out his tablet, then began to find out about ADC cafe. "Buy the coffee!” Lexi ordered and started planning something to bring Jessica home. * * *