Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

I noticed I’d done it and told myself it was just a funny picture and moved on. He started bringing things when he came over. Good coffee, not the gas station kind he usually grabbed on his way somewhere, but the actual stuff from the place on Dearborn that has a line out the door on weekends. Once he brought a book, held it out when I opened the door, and said, “You’ll like this,” with the confidence of someone who had already decided. I read it in three days. That’s not something I do. I’m a slow reader by choice, I like sitting with books, and I burned through this one like I was trying to finish it before I could think about why I was rushing.

he had decided to give her a book, sure that she would appreciate it, but then, the smell of the just-grounded fresh coffee hit him, and was too inviting to let it pass. At least that he knew, she liked coffee. “I’ll be at her house, so I can find out what she likes, and next time I can get her the book,” he thought smiling. “Hopefully there’s a next time.” And so, he got into the gourmet, very fancy and expensive store and got the best coffee that he could find, a filipino variety that happened to be his favorite, and that was a good way to tell her about himself too. “Not bad! Not bad!” He cheered himself up.

The rich smell of coffee wafted in the air and mingled with the scent of books and paper as the ever-capable John brought the warm beverage into the study. He had included sugar as well as milk on the tray, in case any of them felt up to it. “Thanks man, you’re a lifesaver,” said Nico as he gestured to the butler to lay the tray down on one of the tables that didn’t have their computers. He then turned to Ben, who was already dozing off on the papers, and called out to him. “Hey Ben, coffee’s here!”

Mike gives me a look. “Shut it,” I tell him. “Come on,” I ask her to follow me towards the corner of the cafe. I usually hang out at the reserved table for me but seeing as the girl could barely move, I thought I’d give her a break. “They have books?” She looks around in awe at the collection of books the cafe has. “Yup, it’s Powell’s. The combination of books and coffee, what’s not to love?” The relaxing atmosphere of the cafe lulls me into a calm I haven’t felt today.

Alexis The silence of the night was peaceful but I wasn't at peace. Turning the crisp pages of the book the entire night and still left empty handed. Sadly, only a few of the books that I covered were the ones we brought from the library and the journey was still way long. I sighed and leaned on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, an aroma of fresh delicious coffee hit my nostrils and my exhaustion seemed to leave my body. "I bought coffee for us…" Stefan entered the room with two cups in his hands. That crooked smile on his face and smug, still he looked very fine.

The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity. To my left, a cozy chair, its plush cushions and soft blankets an invitation to sink in and get lost in a good book. A side table holds a steaming cup of coffee, its aroma wafting up to tease his senses. The coffee shop in the corner, with its bustling baristas and gentle chatter, adds a lively touch to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.

There are people inside, sipping coffee while reading on their free books. I saw on their menu that they sell different desserts. I went inside and approached the counter. A crew immediately met me. "Good evening, ma'am. Welcome to our Book Lover's Cafe! How may I help you?" She sweetly asked. I smiled at her before telling her what I wanted to order. She left to process my order. And after a few minutes, she came back. "Do you let your customers borrow some of your books here?" I asked, as if I wanted to read now before going to bed.

You get to know people when you work somewhere like this because you always have your regulars. “You take section one. I will take section two,” I said. “Sure, boss,” He laughed, heading over to his own section, and I headed to mine. It was easier if we took a section each. That way, orders don’t get mixed up, and everyone gets what they want without any issues. It is good to have a coffee shop attached to a bookshop as you will get people who just come in to browse, then after smelling our custom coffee, they will come over. It’s always a bonus buying a new book and starting it with an excellent coffee and a cake.

Faith’s POV I leave the café with my half-full cup of caramel goodness and decide to take a little detour to the park. I find a quiet spot under a tree and settle in with my book, The House Beyond The Gate. The warm coffee in my hand, the occasional rustle of the leaves... it should be peaceful, right? Instead, my mind refuses to cooperate. I take a sip, letting the sweetness settle in my chest, and sigh. Who was that stranger?