Atticus Bookstore Cafe Novels & Stories

The difference is now the name is sticking with me. Emory. That must be Atticus's last name. "There's really not much to tell. It's been abandoned for as long as I can remember. Like I said, the guys and I go there sometimes. Why?" I must be giving him a strange look because he takes my hand. "We don't ever do anything but sit around. It's not like we knock down walls or spray graffiti all over the place-if that's what you're worried about." Brad pauses and looks away before continuing. "We actually went there recently." He glances back over to me.

Ashwin adjusted the display of freshly baked pastries at Mount Haven Bookstore and Café, his fingers brushing against the warm surface of a croissant as he arranged them neatly on the counter. The smell of coffee, sugar, and aged books blended into a comforting atmosphere that made it one of his favorite places in the world.

When she was through, she went upstairs to her office where she started the days work, Atasha was the assistant director of the marketing department a promotion she got few months back. After a whole four hours of running from one end of her department to the other Atasha finally got a little time for herself, groaning at the noise her stomach was making due to the fact that she hadn't taken anything the whole day, she decided she pay a visit to the only coffee shop close by. "Hello angel!" Jenny said barging into Atasha's office,which caused Atasha to roll her eyes at him. "Must you always make a dramatic entry?" Atasha said shaking her head at him.

In fact, I’d been shocked to find out he had a wolf to begin with. Atticus Morningstar was a beast—a creature of darkness—all on his own. And in return, so was I. “Welcome to southern Georgia, my girl. I have to say, I’m not particularly fond of the humidity.” I swiped the sweat from my forehead and grimaced as a few gnats stuck to my arm. “Yeah, same here.” “Well, we shouldn’t be here long.” A wicked glint filled his eyes, “With any luck tonight will be the night we recover my stolen books.”

She thought that maybe it was because of Bennett but quickly shook the thought out of her mind, not wanting to let the unwanted feeling get to her again. After getting the dress, they got matching white shoes for Eden from another place and decided to get coffee. They want to a small cafe that was not known by many people. Mom and Pop’s Cafe, run by a sweet and old African-American couple, was the one place where the girls liked to hang out the most, mostly because of the delicious homemade pastries and coffee. While most of the rich kids went to Starbucks to hang out, the girls never liked going there. They always ran into someone they knew and had to make small talks the entire time.

Idiot. Lia scanned the area, taking in the bookstore. It was well designed and decorated, easy for readers to browse, yet still with the charm often found in small towns as opposed to the city. She loved the reading areas placed thoughtfully throughout the store. There were little chairs and miniature tables in one colorful corner with a significant stock of children's books. A huge stuffed bear sat in one corner, holding a poster of a new release. Café tables had been set up around the coffee bar, where people could sit with their laptops. The aroma of hot chocolate, really excellent coffee, and spicy cookies drifted on the air, making Lia's mouth water. She realized she hadn't even taken t

I hated how my voice shook as I practically begged him not to stay with me during this. “I would never leave you at a time like this, Little Mate,” He quietly comforted me, and I sighed heavily. Cassius came and sat on the other side of me, and I gave him a shaky smile before nodding at Granny Maeve. She gave me a soft smile before opening the door and letting Atticus into the room. Atticus enters the room cautiously, taking in the sight of the three of us on the farthest side of the U-shaped couch, facing the door and him. With slow, non-threatening movements, he made his way to the section directly across from us.

Dmitri guided the awe-struck tourist. Then, Dmitri took the tourist to a vintage looking coffee bar on the right, made of reclaimed wood, where soft classical music was playing in the background. "This Book Café is known for its gourmet mochas that are named after books," Dmitri explained the reason behind the christening of the beverages on the menu. "Wow ! I have never heard of such a thing in my life !!" The tourist exclaimed.

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the large, spotless windows of the bookstore café, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished wooden tables. Aria wiped down the counter with a clean rag, her movements steady and practiced. The air smelled of freshly ground espresso beans, old paper, and cinnamon pastries. It was quiet, peaceful, and worlds away from the greasy, chaotic diner in the slums.

"I want a name tag." "We'll get you one." The pancakes came. Liyana put syrup on them and began munching on them while I drank my coffee I watched her eat, trying not to think about anything besides Harpers Mill. After we were down eating we walked out of the cafe and towards the shop I wanted to work at. The store was in Main Street and it was called the velvet button. It sat between a bookstore and a flower shop with mannequins that were dressed in fine outfits lining the windows.