Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

I bit on my lower lip unable to answer “Celeste please! It’s just dropping a box of pastries and signature coffees at the front desk that’s all… I promise unless you have someone you don’t want to see there” My heart drop as I shake my head vigorously, “Uhm… no! Of course not” “Right then please… You just have to go straight to the main reception on the top floor,” Eric rushed to explain shoving a large cardboard carrier with the cafe logo and a box of artisanal pastries into my hands. “You tell them it’s for the 2 p.m. strategy meeting.” I stared at the boxes in my hands like they were bombs with my heart was already pounding. “This is a terrible idea.”

The guard hurried forward and handed the letter over with both hands. Cain took it. There were two letters, obviously for Kael and him. No seal was on the letter, no mark and no scent. It was untraceable. His mind flew back to the letter they had sent to the killer. From Kael: Coward. Let's fight like real men do. From Cain: Stop hiding behind the shadows, unless you are afraid of us. He walked towards Kael, his movement slow and precise. The elders watched him with held breath.

"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.

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

"Yeah I know. Heard it closed down today, permanently, due to some electrical hazard or something." Layla stared at the list. She had never in her life seen such a diverse and specific order. There were two cappuccinos, one with cream and one with two pumps of caramel, a frappe with goats milk, a strong black coffee, two mochas without sugar, three cafe au laits, two affogates, two double espressos, a flat white and a latte with a heart shaped latte art. She really had her work cut out for her. "Why you staring at the order for," said Carmen. "Hurry up! They'll pick it up by 12 noon."

That just added up to my restlessness. The car stopped in front of a small but cozy cafe. The exterior was painted in plain khaki. On the foot of the brick wall were concrete boxes filled with green plants. On the top was glow in the dark neon green letters which formed the name of the cafe- Coffee and Arts. It was simple on the outside but once you step in you would want to stay forever. “Now I know why it wasn’t familiar. It’s a cafe for average people.” Her words were perfectly crafted with consonants of humiliation and vowels of boast.

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.

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str