Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

It rattles and growls like a beast, but she laughs every time it jerks at a bump, so I do not complain. We start at a little book cafe on the edge of the square. The building is old, bricked with ivy creeping along the windows. Inside, the scent of roasted coffee beans mingles with worn pages. There is soft jazz playing in the background, and sunlight spills through the windows like liquid gold.

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?”

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there. I took the book and start reading, oh gosh I'm so tired. I wanted to sleep. I just finish around 30%, I still have 70% to go. Oh great! I keep yawning and yawning. I need a coffee like.. Really need one. I walked outside and looked for a vending machine. I remembered that it's near my drawing class. I walked there and buy 2 cans of coffee. When I arrived at the library, there a bread and a hot coffee on the top of my desk. This is weird. I looked around to find someone I know, who did this? Whoever did this, may God bless you.

I needed caffeine to kick start my day. The real reason? Delay. Pure, calculated delay. The longer I stayed out, the slimmer the chance of running into him. I ordered my coffee, found a quiet corner table, and pulled out that novel I’d been trying to finish for the past three months. A romance, ironically. One of those slow burns that reminded me a little too much of my current reality. I read a few pages, sipping slowly. The coffee was good. Too good. I considered ordering a second cup.

I just don't want to go home. After putting all my books in the locker, I walked straight out of the campus. Since I didn't enjoy my coffee this morning, I want to grab some and enjoy my spare time alone. The Gelato Coffee shop is the only coffee shop I buy my coffee most of the time. They have my favorite coffee flavors and the ambiance of the shop is too good to relax. They also have a mini library where I can read some fictional novels and love stories. This place is one of the best that's why I love going here.

CHAPTER 12 SOPHIA Lucas had picked a quaint càfe nestled between two charming bookstores on a peaceful street. Inside,the gentle hum of soft jazz floated through the air,blending perfectly with the coffee cups and the occasional flips of book pages from the bookstore. It wasn't loud or crowded. It was intentional,calm and reflective. The kind of place that listened more than it spoke. I arrived at the cafe early just like my usual self–punctual, cautious and intentional. Subconsciously,my hand danced around the rim of the mug of coffee in my hands,my eyes flickering to the doors every few seconds.

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Different books that were eye-catching were well piled up on their shelf. So that moron reads books too.....so interesting!! While admiring the whole place, I caught sight of my favorite book. Trapped between two lovers by blazing writes, her book is one of the best on W*****d, seems like it and this jerk has the same choice of books. I picked the book up and decided to make sweet coffee before I start reading it. After making the coffee I started reading. I noticed the knob of the door twitching. I mentally prepared myself for the next action but what I was expecting was the least of my expectations.

Everett I yawn loudly, scrubbing my hand down my face as I wipe down the counters and wait for the machines to warm up. The smell of coffee and baked bread wafts through the small coffee shop I work in. It's connected to a book store so it's always quiet this early in the morning, peaceful in a way that I rarely get anywhere else in my life. I turn my head to the sound of the door that connects the shop to the store opening, little Mrs. Brainerd shuffling through. I smile at her fluffy white hair and cardigan as she makes her way over to me slowly.