Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

When the door closed I jumped, not sure if to go for the food or books first, a whole pile of dirty filthy books waited for me to devour. I dug into the food while a book was balanced on my other hand. The smell of a brand new book soon became my addiction, crisp pages all mine. The man came thirty minutes later to clear the trash away and I asked for coffee. He taught me how to use the machine in Slade’s office. I made myself a large cup, the best coffee I had ever tasted, even better with my book and belly full.

The smell of coffee hits me stronger as we move deeper into the bookstore, and suddenly my stomach twists. “Oh no.” Cillian’s attention snaps fully toward me instantly. “What?” “The coffee smells weird.” He stares at the cup in his hand like it personally betrayed him. “You asked for it.” “I know.” I let out, scrunching my nose. “You drank half already.” He says, looking confused between me and the coffee. “I know!” An older woman near the fiction shelves glances toward us briefly, smiling softly like she finds the interaction adorable. The realization hits me immediately. We look normal. Like a couple. Not a mafia king and emotionally unstable pregnant survivor. Just… people.

I asked, not moving my gaze off the shelf as I searched for the newly released books. “No, I don't read books, the only time I read is when checking out the paperwork at my desk.” he groaned and I nodded my head, there was no need to bring up a book conversation when he doesn't read. “Do you like ice coffee?” I asked, shoving my head into the shelf to check out some more books. “Yes, why?” he groaned, tapping his foot on the floor. “If you are a fan of ice coffee, I know some places that sell great coffee around this place.” I smiled, picking out a book from the other side of the shelf.

Not about court documents or Kristina or Clara. Just… life. He told me about a book he was reading, some nonfiction memoir he couldn’t put down. I told him about a coffee brand I had been obsessed with lately. He laughed when I described how I nearly burned down the kitchen trying to roast beans myself. We wandered into another café down the block after lunch—just because we liked the smell. The place had mismatched chairs and old jazz playing low through hidden speakers. Julian ordered us two slices of cake we didn’t need, and we shared one fork like we were teenagers again.

I have tried drinking it and got sick every time I gagged on the taste. Ms. Roth: I actually am not big on coffee right now. Do they have any tea? Don't need to tell him no thank you and have him order me one anyway. Mr. Cancade: Yes Ms. Roth: What kind? Mr. Cancade: www.thebookcornercoffee.com/menu I click the link going to the tea tab. Good they have fruit caffeine free tea. They even have boba. Ms. Roth: That's a cute little place. I think I will go after work someday. I would like tropical ginger tea. Please.

He kisses my forehead and walks around the bed and mirrors me on the other side of the bed. David grabs a book from his side table, opens it up and starts reading. I pick up the pills and take them with the water. I eat the toast, and eggs, while sipping on the coffee. This coffee is good. I remember this. I remember him making the best coffee. It's so good, there was no need for cream or sugar.

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

From the soft music playing over the speakers to the end of the cafe was a shelf full of books, Café Sugar was a colourful place with the booths matching the red flooring and the designs of red and white blotches on the walls. A waitress came up to take our orders and her jaw dropped. “No freaking way! Caden Booker?!” She squealed. “Oh my God, it's my first time meeting you…” I interrupted her with a sigh. “I'd prefer it if you take our orders and not fondle over my fiance.” Her cheeks heated and she nodded softly. “I'm sorry about that, Mr. Asher.” While taking a sip of water, I shot a glare at Mark to order after I ordered a cup of cappuccino and strawberry-flavoured chocolate for Caden.

Zoey's POV I watch as the sun slowly sinks into the far horizon. It's the natural end of yet another day. Certain things do have to come a natural end don't they? Heaving a heavy sigh, my fingers toy with the cold handle of the ceramic mug. The remnants of my hot coffee lingers at the bottom of it. Soft overhead lights flickers on bathing the small café with an unnatural dim glow. The quiet hum of background conversation create an atmosphere of warmth and comfort but I feel quite the opposite of it.

Where happy endings still exist. Julian's expression did not change. "Not every book has a happy ending." "No," Lena said, looking up at him. "But some do. And sometimes… it's worth reading to discover. There was something in her eyes that opened something very wide up inside his chest. He didn't like it. Didn't know it. And yet, he didn't turn around. He accompanied her back to the front counter. "Do you want a coffee while I wrap these?" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks.