Book Nook  Cafe Novels & Stories

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.

F*ck! He must have done it on purpose, making me wait like an idiot here. I contacted Noah last night and asked to meet at the Old Orchid cafe. There are several important things I need to ask and discuss with him. This cafe is an elite cafe where the price of just a glass of lemon tea can be the same as a steak in a middle class restaurant. I don't want to be taken lightly by Noah if I just invite him to an ordinary cafe. Moreover, he is my former staff.

Zivah smiled, “Let’s go someplace where we can read and eat and stay for hours.” “The Book Café.” I said excitedly, it was our favourite place to hang out. It was a beautiful café with all junk food available and books kept in shelves and wooden tables and chairs to sit, sort of like a library with food. And it felt amazing just being there, the peace and ambiance. “Oh manh, I can’t come.” I muttered sadly, remembering that the hacking just happened yesterday and there is still no trace of catching the hacker. “I have to go to work.”

She continued, “Three o’clock, at the Shallow Grass Bookstore on Richmond Road—is that okay? They serve coffee there, and I want to do some reading.” “Alright. I’ll be waiting.” “Mm. See you then.” She ended the call and exhaled softly. The main reason she chose a bookstore café was because she wouldn’t have to sit face-to-face with Aron, staring awkwardly at each other. She had nothing to say to him. He might have something to say to her, but with his personality, even if he had ten thousand words in his heart, he’d probably struggle to get out ten. So better to meet somewhere quiet and comfortable—have some coffee, read a little, and avoid the awkwardness.

“What have Caleb being up to in this past one month.” Noah laughed weakly. “You think I have answers? I work at a bookstore. Yesterday I was recommending romance novels. Today I’m watching people explode and disappear and now I’m apparently in a secret murder cabin.” Nelson crouched slightly so they were eye level with Noah, his voice calm in a way that usually meant danger was already decided. “I’m going to ask you something,” Nelson said quietly. “And you’re going to answer it properly.” Noah swallowed hard. “I’ve been answering everything properly. You’re just terrifying people professionally.”

The soft hum of pages turning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint vanilla musk of aged paper. This was Ashwin’s sanctuary. The bookstore café was a cozy little escape from the worries of the outside world, with its warm yellow lighting, wooden bookshelves stretching toward the ceiling, and snug reading nooks filled with plush chairs and knitted blankets. Ashwin sat behind the counter, absently wiping down the espresso machine as he watched the customers.

Noel drifted his eyes between the staff and his still cooking sausages. "It's okay, just go. It will be dangerous if it were left unattended." The female staff said and cracked a brief smile before urging Noel to the exit door. Noel nodded and quickly went out from the cafe using the back door while trying to cover his nosebleed to prevent any shock from the visitors around. Again, he felt the pang in his chest, that gradually grew as if his chest is hollowing. Really, what is this?... *** Ricky Lunchtime came by quick. Just like before, Ricky, Adam, and Taylor decided to eat at the literature club's cafe. Mainly because their dishes were splendidly delicious.

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

SSHS 181 Cafe de Luna was a cafe that was considered as a rare thing to exist. It is rated five stars because of its magnificent service, food quality and whatnot. But the thing that made Cafe de Luna sought after and considered rare by the people: was that Cafe de Luna is not your regular cafe where you can just enter whenever you want. Cafe de Luna operates in a reservation system. You cannot go in if you don’t have a reservation beforehand. And that guests must appear never a minute late, or else their reservation will be revoked and dismissed then and there.

He was focused, more so than usual, and it made me wonder what was on his mind. We arrived at the café, a quaint little place tucked away on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door read "Rafael’s Café," and there was a certain charm about it, as if it held years of stories within its walls. As we stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, mingling with the quiet chatter of a few patrons.