Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

Martil made sure of it so why was he calling me now? “If you want to continue with the sarcastic jokes, I do not intend for you to waste my time.” I hissed, sipping my coffee for the first time in thirty minutes of sitting in the cafe. “Hasn’t the coffee gone cold?” I lifted my head in shock, glancing around the cafe to see if there was anyone watching me. Anyone in a hoodie, face cap, hiding behind the pillars or somewhere around, watching me. “Rafe, what exactly do you want?”

he said as I nodded and headed in. The Cafe was filled and it was quite unusual as it was afternoon. Is Jae handling my own Cafe better than me? If that's it then I'm jealous. I walked to the counter to see Jae Bent over engrossed in whatever he was doing. "Hi, please can I get a cup of caffe latte?" I said in the best voice I could fake.

Mia interrupted, "Cafe." Matthew: “Make her a cup of tea. Jennifer, listen to me, coffee is not good for your health.” She raised her eyebrows and poked her chin into his coffee, pretending that Matthew could drink but why wouldn't he let her drink? Delicate brows furrowed: "Cafe." His sister's stubbornness began to rise, and Matthew sighed, "Make her a cup of coffee."

Lola said, "Keynes has some blood relation to you." This was during breakfast time. Caesar had half a cup of coffee and had just eaten a croissant smeared with butter. Caesar stared at Lola, "So you really intend to date every Alpha who is related to me? Are you collecting stamps? 'Collect all Alphas related to Caesar, date check-ins can get rewards', something like this?" Lola slammed her fist on the table, "My glorious history, it's enough that you know, don't mention it again."

Rafe asks, breaking out of my reverie, and I look up to see him looking at my full tray with concern. I glance down at my plate and realize that…well, I probably didn’t. But I sigh and push the tray away from me. Rafe sighs and pushes a carton of chocolate milk in my direction, but I just push it back, sticking out my tongue. “Rafe, unless you want me to barf chocolate milk up all over myself in about half an hour…” Luca, at my side, laughs a little, clearly listening. Rafe just grins and takes the carton back. “I just want you to have enough energy to get through the course,”

Then I kissed him—slow, deep, savoring the unique taste of him: a hint of mint, the faint scent of his cologne, the stress of the day melting from his lips. He kissed me back with a low, needy sound, his hands slipping around my waist, pulling me tighter. I leaned back just enough to see his eyes. “I’ve been thinking,” I said, tracing his lower lip with my thumb. “I would like to come by Kafé Verse one of these days. See what all the fuss is about. I hear the coffee is divine.” Archer froze, his eyes freezing in place. His hands fell to his sides as he took a step back, his mask snapping back into place.

I turned on my heel, gripping the keys in one hand, folder in the other, and stormed out of the office giving Veronica a vicious glare before entering my office. I fucking hate my life * * “What the fucking hell is this bullshit?” I screamed, slamming the folder onto the desk so hard .This wasn’t a job contract it was a manual for psychological warfare. I had barely flipped past page three, and already my eye was twitching. “Rule #5: All coffee must be sourced from Caffè Fiore a boutique café located approximately 30minutes away. Miss Eva must deliver it fresh and punctually by 8:00 a.m. Any delay is considered a breach of professionalism.”

"I asked. I handed my cellphone, so Martin wrote down the number I asked for. "Miss, I'll just meet you. Can you give me your cafe address," asked Martin. I gave in again and wrote down cafe Lesley. Then someone called Martin to go back to work "I have to work, thank you, Miss, see you again," said Martin leaving. I had shouted for Martin to call me by my name instead of him calling me Miss.

I was already in my nightclothes, so I just threw on an oversized jacket before I headed to the Cafe. The Cafe on the fourth floor was actually just a stem of the library, it was a place where books and food were allowed in case people get hungry. There was quite a lot of 3rd and 4th years that were also studying. There was a group of law majors from Iota and there was also a small group from doctoring. Of course, there were also other houses, but I was not familiar with them and their courses. The only group I knew that was not from Iota was Ceasar's group.

His first stop is Cafe Ysabel. A famous coffee shop downtown where people crowd in like they can’t breathe without their coffee. It has a beautiful Romanesque interior design with a lot of different kinds of coffee and desserts offered. The owner of the cafe is a client of Lucas, who sold his life just so he could attain success in his business. Lucas entered the cafe and the owner, Aeron, approached him immediately wearing a big grin. “Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence here? Name it and you’ll have it!” His smile annoys Lucas, he just can’t fathom humans’ level of stupidity when it comes to their desires.