Bemyguest Cafe Novels & Stories

Because it's too late at night. The cafe with the former container building is made in such a way that it looks a little aesthetic. With white paint, brown chairs and tables and some interesting wallpapers. The menu is also quite a lot, affixed to the front of the checkout counter with large writing so that it can be seen easily. "What do you want to order? You can also have snacks," said Jayden, who was already standing in front of the cashier counter. "Americano and tuna sandwich," said Ansel after looking through the menu.

“Let’s go out for breakfast.” “Someone will see us,” she frets, reminding me that we still need to keep our relationship off the radar so that no one at work discovers our secret. “I know a place that no one will find us,” I promise her, wrapping her in my arms. Goldhaven is home to one of the best cafes, Breakaway, located across from the beach. Their coffee may be overpriced but it's still the most outstanding I've ever had. The other thing I like about Breakaway is that it's within walking distance from my house, meaning I could park my car in the garage.

I nodded back. "Good boy." They said. I smiled, "Thanks." Gas was distracted by the squirrel we passed, his ears perked up. I guess he did not hear the praise. Seven kilometers left us both panting as we approached The Morning Bean café. The familiar bell chimed as we pushed through the glass door, the aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods wrapping around us like a warm hug. "Mia! Gas!" Emma, our usual morning waitress, brightened behind the counter. Her red curls bounced as she grabbed a clean bowl. "The usual post-run setup?"

At the exit of the alleyway, there's a cafe name cafe Italia near Beatles street - their lights shine the brightest than the other restaurants and their design filled with plants caught my attention towards it. Smokes of vapes and cigarettes blocked the scents of the food we ordered. I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder and swiveled my neck to the left to see Wayne snapping me from daydreaming. "You good?" Wayne asked. "I'm alright, is the food ready?" I caress the back of my neck then I slid them to the side of my neck to take off. "Almost" "The corps you will working on, will you work as a businessman or any occupation that those prosperous vermins will put you in?" I asked and yet the fee

We turn around to find a man on his knees, holding a ring, and a female standing nearby, her palm over her mouth, stunned. This wasn’t an uncommon sight. This happens frequently here. This was the magic of this cafe. Bethany and Richard, a werewolf and a vampire, are the cafe's owners. They professed their feelings for each other here and wanted to construct a café where others might do the same. This café is ideal for first dates, proposals, or simply spending time with your loved one. This place symbolises love and compassion. It is for this reason that the cafe is called Expresso. To express your feelings alongside a cup of espresso.

A small smile tugged the corner of my lips all as I placed my hands on my thighs, heaving out a deep sigh after seeing the warm and cosy cafe. It was a brown and cream-themed cafe that looked very homey and not too flashy. The signboard was starting to fade off but I could still remember because Aria loved frequenting the place. ‘Ugh, not again. No Aria for now. We need to focus on taking down Gabriella.’

Welcome, esteemed guest, to Chocolate Kiss! Enter, be transported to our rustic haven, Where you can relax and have some quiet meditation. Our service is best, forget about the rest. Have a sweet tooth? Not a problem! Our cafe’s cakes will satisfy your cravings. Freshly brewed coffee, scrumptious bread baked daily, Come, take a break, no need to hesitate! If you happen to have lost something that’s yours, Come through our doors. The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching

We instantly clicked and became a very good friends after that we have been staying in touch through messages cause she lives and studies in the other part of the city. Cafe de-mandu hmmm.. interesting name...so here I'm waiting for her... It's a hot summer day...wearing shorts and t-shirt so it is keeping me cool. The ambience of the cafe is quiet cozy and warm with Bob Marley rasta music playing on the background...it's giving the cafe a hippy vibe of late 70's or 80's. With few tourist having their lunch and asking about the city to the owner of the cafe... and some sitting in the bar drinking... I started wondering how did she come to find out about this place cause even though I have b

Soft music and the quiet buzz of conversation filled the room. The main part of the café was the coffee bar, where the barista, David Beckham, ground freshly roasted beans, filling the air with their rich smell. The shelves were stocked with a variety of options—different kinds of beans, flavoured syrups, and milk alternatives. Nearby, the display case was packed with pastries—flaky croissants, brownies, and colourful muffins. Gale Bryan, the café owner, was known for using local ingredients, with fresh baked goods arriving daily from nearby bakeries. Cliff nudged Ethan, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You like it here, don’t you?”

KAIA I push open the door to Moonbean Café and breathe in the rich aroma of coffee and fresh pastries. The little café sits just down the street from Moonfang Construction, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. It's become our unofficial meeting spot since I started working here two weeks ago. Talia waves at me from a corner booth, already nursing what looks like her third espresso of the day. I slide into the seat across from her, grateful for the familiar warmth of her presence. Sometimes it feels like I never left, like we're still seventeen and planning our weekend adventures.