Cafe Libri Novels & Stories

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

He asks. “A macchiato, two cream buns, two chocolate glazed doughnuts and a vanilla flavored cupcake.” I had memorized everything I was asked to get, well, the macchiato is for me and the cream buns too but the rest is for them. I watch the barista input my order, watching him get to work. I look around the cafe again, smiling when I see the small library shelf by the corner. That’s cute. My eyes strayed for a second and widens dramatically on seeing Melanie in the cafe but that’s not even the things.

Richard and Lia decided to meet at Le Café Magnifique, a highly acclaimed luxurious coffee shop in a charming city corner. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted with an air of refined elegance that permeated the entire space. The café's exterior exuded a classic charm, with large windows adorned with intricate wrought-iron designs, allowing glimpses of the warm glow inside.

“Peter texted me that Keren is currently at his place.” “Really? Why?” “Apparently, she had a fight with her dad and doesn’t want to go back home.” “And what did he say?” “That Peter should take good care of her.” “Um… okay.” I tried not to think too much about what could have caused Keren to run into my brother’s arms. …. Cafe d’Auteur has been my favorite coffee shop so far in the city. Not just because of its detailed aesthetics and mouthwatering pastries. But also because it reminds me so much of my favorite cafe in New York.

The warm lights gave the cafe an ethereal and cozy glow. I ordered my usual honey cinnamon latte and sat on the far right corner near the bookshelves. My shift was due to start at around 9 and I had 30 minutes to kill so picked up a book on Greek mythology from the shelf while I waited for my coffee. It was a kind of place where book lovers handed out their well-loved books for this cafe, where people can exchange their recommendations and get to explore new genres. This cafe has been running for a little under a decade hence the shelves increased to hold onto the new books.

who nags him about his health, but me. An hour later, I head to my locker to swap out my morning books for my afternoon labs. My hands are shaking slightly as I turn the dial on the combination lock. 14-32-05. The door swings open. Another slip of paper falls from the top shelf. This one is written on the back of a coffee shop napkin. The library is too quiet for you. You look like you’re holding your breath. Go get a real coffee. The espresso at the student union is trash—go to the place on 4th. Order the hazelnut. You’ll like it.

Infuriating! We were guided into the large library next door to the lounge, where our pack Alpha, Alberto De Luca was sitting at a large table, nursing a mug of coffee looking like he needed a few more hours sleep. I doubted the fact he had drunk three coffees already was going to do him any harm...

“Sure thing, Mark. It's almost 7. I know a cafe that opens around this time.” “Excellent,” Mark chirped. “Shall we?” The smell of fresh bread and grinding of coffee beans hit my nostrils the second we walked into Café Sugar and I craved to have a taste. I found an empty booth and sat down while Caden settled next to me. I looked around, almost impressed. The place gave a homely vibe. 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.

Café Verve was the kind of place influencers flocked to—hanging plants, blackboard menus in curly chalk, indie music humming under the clatter of cups. The air smelled like cinnamon and espresso. Isabella took a sip of her latte, and her eyes nearly rolled back. God. Good coffee. Dangerously good. She made a mental note to come back—minus the villainess across the table. Chloe Dubois sat opposite, flawless as always, crossing her legs just so. Even her diamond bracelet sparkled like it had been rehearsed. Isabella’s spoon clinked against porcelain as she stirred though the latte didn’t need stirring. Her nerves demanded it.

~~AURELIA~~ “Is that a… library?” I ask in surprise as we pass through a door left halfway open. From the narrow gap, I can see a long line of books—it looks never-ending. “It is, piccolo. You want to learn how to read?” “You… you know I can’t read?” I ask, caught between surprise and embarrassment. But Rafaele just chuckles as he pushes open another door one-handed, the other pressed tightly against my lower thighs.