Cafe 1001 Novels & Stories

“Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.” The voice was elegant and sonorous, so everyone could not help but look at the person. It was a man looking dignified in a silver-gray suit. He came up to Nicole. “What a coincidence, Miss Riddle.” Nicole raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see Jared here. “What are you doing here?” Seeing that Nicole was so curious, Max quickly stepped forward. “I guess you haven’t known — this new café belongs to Mr. Johnston.” “This is his café?” While Nicole furrowed his brows, those people sitting behind her were stu

Helena's POV AT THE CAFÉ I walked up to a guy in a hoodie to ask for his order. "Good day sir, welcome to Right Choice Café, what's your order please?" "A cup of Americano," a familiar masculine voice spoke out. "Okay," I said, jotting it down. "More milk or how would you want it?" "You can choose that. You always know what I prefer in drinking terms right?"

I would love to see what’s on the menu of your favorite café.” You have no idea Chris. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to know how other cafés work and what’s on their menu, with that I can innovate something new in my very own café. Aside from that, I think this place is the perfect meeting place for me and Ronald. It is quite hidden and there aren’t so much people around. With a smiling face Chris said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go in!” I nodded with such excitement “Oh hell yeah! I am also starving, you know.” We both laughed while entering the café. The ambiance of the café is truly homey. It actually didn’t look like a café at all, it was more of a home. Their tables and c

' he thought, mouth watering at the idea. The cafe wasn't anything special on the outside. The car park had a few cars in it with lorries parked further away so as not to clog up the exit. The benefit was the cafe was warm and had a menu so big that it ran over five pages. Cream walls with nondescript landscape paintings and a couple of newspaper clippings in thin wood frames littered the wall. The smell of hot oil and salty bacon hit them like a hot wall the moment they stepped in. The driver, who appeared to be the leader of the group, led the way to a booth that could handle all five men including the prisoner.

Make no small plans for they have no power to stir the soul. She’d always found its ambiguity comforting, especially as it could be applied to coups, fashion empires, and just as likely, a pumpkin-spiced latte from her favorite coffee shop, Project Caffeine; which she reckoned would be enough to set her heart—and taste buds—on fire. Nestled in the major thoroughfare of Fifth Avenue, its environmentally friendly quiet ambience came as a surprise to any who stepped in through its doors to see its whitewashed wood panels and the potted greenery.

Our sweet waitress greets us. " Hi, Ireen. Please open this bottle, serve it to booth 21, and make me Camellia tea. " The waitress nods. Camellia tea is our specialty, and the cafe is called Camellia Cafe. The flower Nikolas gave me inspired it not so long ago, and I returned to the booth, sitting before Xavier Alarie. We are quiet. My gaze is on my hands, and I cannot look him in the eye. He is so intimidating.

After some time, we arrive at our favourite cafe; we sit at the table which was on the right side beside the glass window. We can see outside clearly through the window... We ordered our favourite coffee (CAFFÈ LATTE and CAPPUCCINO). My favourite is CAFFÈ LATTE and as for max, his favourite one is CAPPUCCINO... I feel so peaceful and fresh. No dramas, no annoying voice, nothing, only peace... ꧁__________________________________

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

Serene's Pov "First of all," Maxwell started. He walked back to his desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "You will get my coffee every morning on your way in. I drink it black, and it has to be from Taylor's Cafe, right across the street. Not from the cheap place downstairs, not whatever you drink, Taylor's. They know what I want." *Naturally. He could not just have normal coffee like a regular person. Of course not.*

My stomach dropped. Centervile’s biggest coffee shop ! Cafe latte! My eyes widened , I can’t go …They will be too many people and there’s no way not one is going to recognize me . “Centerville’s biggest coffee shop…” he continued, a small smile forming on his lips. “Cafe Latte.” I forced a laugh. “A coffee shop? What does that have to do with our project?” “If you’ve forgotten,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “our project is to study humans. And if humans gather somewhere… why wouldn’t we go there?”