Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

It had used and new books, used books being on the top floor. “I know how much you like books and coffee so I thought you would like to come here. It used to be the old city library, but they converted it to a store. It’s a unique building with some great coffee.” Aiden told her, as they waited in line for their coffee. “It’s so beautiful. I could spend hours in here just browsing the books and drinking coffee. Thank you.” She reached up and gave him a kiss. They spent a good half an hour just browsing through the books sipping their coffee. Alys everyone once in a while would simple reach out and run her hands across the spines.

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?

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.

We tell each other almost everything. “We’re here,” Gelo said. He pointed his lips to the castle-like building, splashed with ivory-white paint. We’ve walked for hours and I haven’t seen this building before. “What is this place? I looked so medieval and aesthetic.” “A coffee shop.” “This is a coffee shop?” The coffee shop is the last thing I perceive this place as. It doesn’t look one until I saw different quotes about caffeine. “Yup,” Gelo said, pulling me inside. It wasn’t just a simple coffee shop. It’s a haven. A coffee shop and a bookstore. On the right side of the place, there were wooden chairs and stools where some people are either working, chatting, or reading books while they we

I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her. "Have a nice day. Enjoy the new book" I said smiling at her, she thanked me but was still standing here. I got more nervous the longer she stayed staring at me. "Ma'am, do you need something else? We have a coffee shop that sells delicious drinks and sweets. I always grab a few before I leave" I said which wasn't a lie. I always got at least a drink and cookie at end of my shift before cuddling in for the night in my car. I looked over at the clock and saw I still had about an hour left of my shift.

The second time, a collection of essays by a writer I’d mentioned once, in passing, weeks ago, during one of our midnight conversations in the kitchen, I started paying closer attention. By the fourth book I’d stopped pretending it was coincidence. The coffee was harder to explain away too. I’d never told anyone exactly how I liked it, not the temperature, not the exact way I let it cool slightly before drinking because I’d burned my tongue too many times as a teenager to trust anything served too hot. But it arrived that way every morning now, already cooled to precisely the point I preferred, without me ever having said a word about it to anyone in this house. “Did you say something to Hel

It was just coffee after a bookshop. That was what the micro-consistency looked like from the inside. It looked like the most ordinary Saturday afternoon. It was the most ordinary Saturday afternoon. Two people in a bookshop and then coffee. Nothing significant about any of it except that it was all significant. Every unremarkable minute of it. He was there.

He closed the book he’d been reading, placing it gently next to the cup of steaming coffee that seemed untouched. “Here, have this.” He pushed the tiny white cup with pink and gold vines decorating the exterior. I reached for the coffee, mumbling thanks to him. I needed the caffeine boost. Ethan watched me intensely as I took the first sip. Hmm, it tastes exactly like the kind I’d order. Two sugars, a small amount of milk, so the coffee didn’t taste black but at the same time not like a milky beverage. That way, I could enjoy coffee without making a face at the bitterness.

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.