Cafe Libri Novels & Stories

Outside, Mitch gestures down the street. "There's a little place down the road I sometimes stop for coffee." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I take the bag of books from her. "Let me carry that for you." The 'little place', a small cafe, is mainly occupied by student types. They sit in groups, wearing bohemian clothes and cheap gothic jewellery, arguing loudly. It's not quarrelling, but debate of the kind you get from the types that think they know the secrets of the universe, or they can put the world to rights by talking about it.

Mia dragged herself into the cafe on the bottom floor of The Playbook building and ordered the biggest, strongest, sweetest coffee she could. The only way she was going to make it through the day was with caffeine and sugar. Thankfully it was just a prep day and she wouldn’t have to actually deal with Darius or Frankie. She already had Liam to worry about and he was about all she could cope with, as long as he stayed locked in his office and didn’t speak to her or even look at her.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

My only friend. I suck in the bitter emotion of those memories and Safira asks for a pot of tea. The library lady doesn’t say anything when she does so and when the tea comes back, she pours some out for each of us. The light purple liquid smells like flowers and earth. I take my cup, holding it like it’s a fragile treasure, but I don't lift it before Cain’s hand covers the top. His eyes are still on the book and I wait for a reason for his action, almost getting annoyed at it, but then the sugar comes and he picks two cubes before dropping them in it.

Sighing she set her thoughts on Cody aside and continued on with her work. She had always dreamed of owning her own coffee and book shop and after high school she took some business courses online then bought the old book shop on the main street. After putting some work into it she was able to convert the big old used book shop into a coffee and book shop, where she had shelves of used books available in and around the front and near the back she had taken out a store room to put in the kitchen and the counter for her coffee shop. A few old comfy chairs were placed around either in pairs or alone with small coffee tables where people could sit together and chat or sit alone and read a book w

Like it wasn't an image but the real deal. It was enough to tantalize the taste buds of anyone walking by and make them crave their brewed cup of coffee. We crossed over and walked into the cafe. We took our seat as a waiter walked over. A menu held against his chest. He flashed us a professional smile. “Welcome to Delökreés cafe ma'ams. We exist to satisfy all your caffeine cravings. We offer varieties of coffee from around the world. Asia. Africa. Europe and the US.” Jocelyn placed her bag on the table. Her gaze locked onto the waiter.

The cafe's entrance nods, a wooden door adorned with wrought-iron motifs, and I push it open with a sense of reverence. As I cross the threshold, the ambient sounds of the city give way to the hushed murmur of pages turning and the soft clinking of cups and saucers. The cafe unfolds before me like a bibliophile's dream – cozy nooks with mismatched armchairs, shelves reaching toward the ceiling, and the warm glow of pendant lights casting a spellbinding aura. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of old books create scents that bespoke literary bliss. My chest vibrates with delight as I wander through the bookshelves, my fingers gently grazing spines laden with stories waiting

I was moving up and down, for so many times, faster and faster, and I stopped, now removing my hands out of his pants. “Fuck you! Let's go home!’ he said, and pulled my hands. But I wasn't moving. Instead, i pulled his hand closer to me, until our lips are ready to meet. “Sit.” I positioned him into sitting at the chair, and laid out the scarf to the table. “Hello miss!” I called for the waitress. This library is also a cafe, so yes, they serve coffee and food here for some people who want to work and feel it is inconvenient to go out just to eat.

Then he turned to face me so I looked up and saw a pair of rounded doe eyes looking at me with nothing but dull in them. It's Lucas, the young man librarian who works at the library two blocks away from this coffee shop. He's our regular customer and always requests for the same cup of cappuccino. I'm actually amazed that he never missed a single day of dropping by in this shop to have his cup of coffee.

I had done my research on the four power heads and already knew what each one liked and hated. All except Lucien Kai. But not to bother, there wasn’t a particular thing that was said to be his favorite as well so the only thing to do was try not to fall into his bad books. Adrien liked black coffee, Dante likes his with sugar but no milk as he is lactose intolerant. Kael and Lucien do not fancy coffee but rather caramel latte. I had no business with their caffeine routine so I ignored it and focused on my line of work. But just to be on the safer side, I learnt them as well.