Cafe Libri Novels & Stories

Dmitri guided the awe-struck tourist. Then, Dmitri took the tourist to a vintage looking coffee bar on the right, made of reclaimed wood, where soft classical music was playing in the background. "This Book Café is known for its gourmet mochas that are named after books," Dmitri explained the reason behind the christening of the beverages on the menu. "Wow ! I have never heard of such a thing in my life !!" The tourist exclaimed.

The cafe was located at a street close to her precint. As Detective Sophia entered the cafe, she noticed the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The sound of a soft jazz tune playing in the background created a cozy ambiance. The cafe was dimly lit, with small, circular tables scattered throughout the room. The walls were decorated with rustic wooden panels, giving the cafe a vintage feel. A large chalkboard hung behind the counter, displaying the different types of coffee and snacks available. A few people were sitting at the tables, chatting and sipping their drinks, while others were typing away on their laptops.

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.

We picked a table by the window, and before we could settle in, a chubby older lady in a floral-patterned shirt approached us. “Hi, welcome to Café Curzon! What can I get for you?” “Iced coffee,” I said. “Make that two,” Marco added. The lady smiled and shuffled away, leaving us in a brief silence. I sipped my water, glancing at him. “So… what’s this about? This isn’t about the company, is it?” His gaze flickered with amusement. “No, it’s not.” He leaned forward slightly. “I want to purchase some children’s books. Not for the company—this is personal.”

Thirty minutes later We pulled up in front of Caffé Noire—a monument of caffeine and capitalism nestled in the upper district of Manhattan. The kind of place where: The coffee comes with edible gold flakes, Everyone pretends to write novels on MacBooks, And if your espresso isn’t hand-poured by a Colombian barista named Mateo, it’s considered offensive. Outside, Illana stood there—gawking. Literal jaw-drop. Neon hair clashing wildly with the rose-gold accents of the coffee shop window.

"You can not go anywhere, so just sit still." Phidian turned with two cups of coffee in her hands which she placed in front of them. Liam looked up and smiled at her before picking up his cup, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. Leticia stared at her cup for the longest, the dark liquid was unsettled and the steam rising from it danced in the air before disappearing. What was this coffee made of anyway, the aroma that hit her nostrils was not the same aroma of coffee she was used to but if Liam was taking it then it should be fine, right?

said Nova when the cafe waitress came to give her two drinks and two plates of sweet bread. Liana immediately grabbed a glass filled with a caramel macchiato. "Thanks you, Director." Liana's eyes saw the side of the café room. "The décor is nice and comfortable. Did you give me an idea like this?" Nova nodded entities. "Of course. This café is mine." "Without my help, you can set up your own business." Liana drinks caramel macchiato and bites the sweet bread. "The bread is also good," commented Liana.

She was a queen in every way. And she knew it. At least, a part of her did. Or maybe that part just liked to think so. Walking down the quiet streets of Harlington— SREYA SLAMMED THE book shut with a sigh as her soft chocolate brown orbs scanned The Kofièn. Twenty years ago, the prestigious Persian Magazine had noted this as the best Café in Tales, but as she watched the senescent worn out curtains and mildly stained tiles, she couldn't help but admit that it had aged quite well over the years.

I wince, shaking my head and biting my tongue against the flurry of warnings that come to mind about glucose and its effects on wolves like Toby, but then he claps the plastic lid back on his cup and says, “Ready for shopping?” I reluctantly nod, falling into step with him. The little cafe near the commons connects to the library by a glass bridge, but we bypass the archways leading into LU’s massive library and head to the elevators. The commissary is perched just a story above ice level and serves as a quick stop for things like toiletries and groceries for the students who live in the dorms beneath the ground, as well as the graduate-level students, researchers, and professors above. I ra