Atticus Bookstore Cafe Novels & Stories

As it was also where Kennedy worked as a bartender, and as Athena had absolutely no intention of talking this shit out with her sisters, it was automatically off the table. That left The Right Attitude. She'd always privately thought that meant a bad attitude, given the clientele who frequented it. Those respectable folks didn't darken its door, and the Sheriff's Department was on speed dial. Heads were regularly cracked and glassware busted. She hadn't been inside since an unfortunate incident testing out a fake ID when she was eighteen, but best as she could tell, the place hadn't changed much. The squat, cinderblock building was a dingier shade of brown than it had been eight years before

KARINA POV rated R I knock on Atticus's office door lightly as I open it and he smiles as he sees me. "How was your visit," Atticus asks as he puts down the paper he is scanning. I smile and close the door behind me. "Perfect. Thank you for calling her. I didn't realize I needed to talk to her so badly," I reply as I sit down in the chair across from him.

Phoenix added. She gave him a small smile. “Is that so?” Silence filled the car again until Phoenix announced, “We’re here.” Atticus looked out the window and gaped at the towering building with the words “Delixiouse Restaurant” displayed at the top. She closed her open mouth and turned to Phoenix. “Here?” He nodded. “Yes.” She looked down at her outfit. “I feel embarrassed going in.” The restaurant looked so fancy, and here she was in jeans and a simple blouse.

I could bet on everything I owned that Dan knew nothing about Samatha’s visit to Antonio. The whole thing was making my head hurt, I wasn’t built for stuff like this, not even my work stressed me this hard, and that was saying something because I worked with people like Annabeth and Frank, who are not good for ones mental health. The cafe Aaliyah was at was easy to spot, despite being a new cafe, and surprisingly it had a lot of customers, and it was past lunchtime. The cafe had an office theme, the wallpapers had an office view, like you were looking out from a company’s top floor, on the tables, there were small opened briefcases that had the menu in it. The waiters were dressed in dress s

I squirmed in my seat because the gaze on me was getting uncomfortable. Atticus hasn’t said a word since we stepped foot in the restaurant that was located in the company building. The restaurant was way better than most five-star restaurants I had been to and I am sure that the staff here never went outside to eat because I wouldn’t if I worked here. It was a nice thing to know that Atticus loved to eat here. It was a positive thing and it would make his staff see him in a good light though I don’t think he cares about their opinion of his person since he had that air around him.

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

Going to the kitchen I prepared myself a small breakfast of toast so I did not get morning sickness. Nibbling on it at the kitchen nook I asked Rinn if Cota was alright. “He is swamped with the pack house addition and new pack members, but plans on coming back soon,” she whimpered. Finished with my simple breakfast I headed into the large living room space. Atticus’s home was immaculate and the longer I stayed the more I had grown to appreciate the size and unique decor of magical artifacts. Hearing the front entrance door close I glanced up hoping Axel had returned. Seeing just Atticus enter my smile faltered.

Lila The café is tucked into the corner of a brownstone lined street, half hidden under a faded green awning that reads Sparrow & Finch in tiny gold letters. It smells like cinnamon and roasted espresso the second I step inside warm and grounding. Like the kind of place you come to feel human again. Nick’s already there. He’s seated at a corner table, a mug between his hands, scrolling something on his phone. He looks up just as I walk in, and that same crooked smile breaks across his face unpracticed, unpolished, real.

he replied, rounding to the driver’s side, “You still got in the car.” We drove to a small bookstore café he’d mentioned before, the kind of place tucked away on a quiet street, with glowing windows and shelves stacked so high you needed ladders to reach the top. The smell hit me as soon as we stepped inside, old paper, coffee, and something warm, like cinnamon. Hayden shook off the cold and looked around. “Alright, Coleen. You’re in your element now. Show me the magic of… uh…” He squinted at a display. “Whatever this is. Fantasy? Romance? Giant doorstops with dragons on the cover?”