Battleground Cafe Novels & Stories

' he thought, mouth watering at the idea. The cafe wasn't anything special on the outside. The car park had a few cars in it with lorries parked further away so as not to clog up the exit. The benefit was the cafe was warm and had a menu so big that it ran over five pages. Cream walls with nondescript landscape paintings and a couple of newspaper clippings in thin wood frames littered the wall. The smell of hot oil and salty bacon hit them like a hot wall the moment they stepped in. The driver, who appeared to be the leader of the group, led the way to a booth that could handle all five men including the prisoner.

Crazy! Nickson's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. He drove very tense and stiffly for the hour-long drive to the Armor Café. It was a cafe very far from his office with a strange name. He just hoped the cafe would have something special on it once he got there because he had driven a long way to get there. But when he arrived, he was only greeted by a simple one-story old building. The paint was brown and dull like the cafe had been hit by storms of all kinds many times. The parking lot in front of the cafe is not too wide. Can only accommodate about five cars. And as soon as Nickson saw the two empty slots, he immediately occupied one of them, next to Fiona's flashy pink car.

On a whim, we ducked into the little cafe whose sign proudly proclaimed, "World's Best Hot Chocolate" So far, I was inclined to agree with the description. I looked around the cozy space and smiled. The cafe was called Rouge, and the interior consisted of varying shades of red. Red leather booths, red velvet rugs on the floor, and the walls were also painted a lighter shade of the same color. It should have been overwhelming but strangely, it was comforting. "And how is your coffee?" I asked Michael with a teasing grin, "It surely can't be as good as what Isabella and I ordered."

“Yes, boss.” We drive through the sleeping town. The streets are quiet. Then I see a cafe. It is too bright. Gaudy. Shiny and annoying like a cheap toy. It has big glass windows. I can see people moving inside. They seem to be doing some kind of… silly activity. A game. Some people are sitting on other people’s shoulders, unsteady and laughing. They are fighting with big, soft pillows maybe. It looks stupid. Childish. But it is a place to stop. It will do.

She put the newspaper under her arm before heading in the direction of the café. Patina arrived outside of the café narrowly avoiding being run over by a taxi. The sign that said "The Green Café" was large, and bold. She opened the door, and stepped inside. The café was larger than she had expected it to be, the chairs had leaf green leather with square oak tables. There was a bar at the bottom of the room, where two waiters were rushing around. She lowered her duffel bag onto the chair closest to the door. She had watched enough night line to know that some criminals create pop up businesses as a ruse to kidnap women, and children so she wasn't about to risk it. The waiter approached her ta

Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop. The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right.

"I think there is a café nearby." We walked along Whetstone High Road, a found café with a smudged blackboard menu and enough grease in the air to keep Blanche's hair in place for a year. It's a café from a bygone age, with red-and-white plastic gingham table clothes on top of wobbly tables, paper napkins and a waitress with tattoos everywhere and more piercings than I care to mention. Blanche ordered tea and toast, and I chose the all-day breakfast, and after we had finished, neither of us said anything.

… Three years later, I arrived at the venue of the Global Famiglia Summit in Sicanza, wearing a long black trench coat and flanked by a phalanx of elite guards, like some dark royalty. I was more composed than I had been three years ago, but also more somber, carrying myself with a menace that warned everyone to keep their distance. In the three years following Isabella's disappearance, I became known as the Mad Dog. In every deal I made, negotiation and mercy were off the table. Elio briefed me carefully. "Don Santoro, there is a mystery guest at the summit. Word is, it's the newly appointed Underboss of the Black Shield Alliance."

I threw my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my sweatshirt, and lingerie for work, because I wasn't sure of when I was going to come back home after meeting up with Sally, then I dashed out of the house before anyone could notice. Last time I went to see Paul, he gave me a $100 bill. So this is what I was gonna use for my taxi stuff and other very basic needs. I took a taxi to Midnight Cafe, where I had to meet up with Sally. Midnight Cafe is a little coffee shop at Port Libra, Dallas, it's quite cozy, comfortable, almost feels like home, I mean anyone could go there cause their coffee is like super affordable and it tastes so great. Personally, I always have the espresso with extra milk and a l

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE