Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

The visitors include young people who are like having just been shot by an arrow of romance, families enjoying their holidays, girls or women who gather to gossip, and maybe singles like me who are heartbroken. Even though this cafe is quite old in this area, because her and I used to spend time here in the past and the most hidden thing from me is also here. But its attractive design, combined with various murals with the theme of coffee with classic brown nuances on the walls and its strategic location, may be one of the reasons this cafe has so many visitors. I just realized now, maybe because I daydreamed about it too much, I thought. My thoughts make me smile to myself. Ahh ... just rem

Very. Carl pulls off at the new area, which adjacent of the street is the Cafe he's called special place. "Your order?" Carl raises both eyebrows. I take that as his usual habit. He's been doing a lot of it since I met him. I just didn't notice it. "Cappuccino with two cubes of sugar, and hamburger, leaves free." I release a smile.

Carla's grin widened as she noticed John's quizzical expression. "I know, right?" she chuckled, gesturing towards the interior. "Sometimes, I surprise myself with the crap I come up with." She smirked, referring to the establishment's unique name. John couldn't help but see the humour in it; it was almost a mocking nod at Carla’s shifter nature. Parking at the back of the building, Carla explained, "We're going in from the back since we aren't opening for another couple of hours." The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the expansive parking area, where only one other car was parked.

“Agreed…but the base tone is perfect. You’ve got a good eye for balance, it looks so much better than mine.” “Thank you”April smiled and they continued sketching but in silence, occasionally they laugh and commented on each other sketches. —- [Velvet Ember Cafe] One of the distinguished cafeteria in the area, mostly harboured by professionals within or around the block, with top notch services. In a quiet corner of this cafe, Lauren sat across from Victor, their conversation were initially business related but it slowly shifted. “You know,” Lauren said, stirring her coffee absently, “you’re infuriating.”

The cafe's lights were all off, the curtains were drawn, and there were no signs that anyone was inside. Sophie's Aunt Cara had originally owned Cara's Cafe, but she left a long time ago. She wanted a better life; she wanted to do more than just own a little shop. Now it was just Sophie. She had wanted to be a painter and studied Art History at a school in France, but when the cafe was given to her, she didn't want to sell it.

Present day Carl ‘Tex’ Sinclair and Clarice ‘Honey’ Potts pulled up outside The Web Café, and parked the dark SUV. They squinted through the early-February gloom, stared grimly at the brightly-lit, bustling café. “Jeeeeesus,” Tex said, his Texan drawl giving the word an especially-disgusted edge. “I do not want to do this.”

Epilogue: Two Years Later POV: Noah The café was quiet, a hidden gem tucked away on a cobblestone side street in the heart of the Marais. The air inside was a rich blend of dark roast coffee, steamed milk, and the buttery, sweet scent of freshly baked brioche that seemed to seep from the very walls. Outside, a soft, persistent rain misted the windowpanes, blurring the world into a watercolor painting of grey stone and muted green awnings. The morning was slow, warm, and profoundly human. It was a world away from the gleaming, high-stakes pressure of their lives.

"Once the Carvers start falling apart, I'll steal all their fortune and perform Twilight energy absorption. That way, I can break through to Arcane High Priest." He then looked down at the ground. Even though there was dirt in the way, Feran's eyes seemed to pierce through the surface, looking right at the people underground. Only three more to make ten. … Right then, major news exploded through the Chamber of Commerce. "What? Ms. Carver had an accident?" "Yeah, we just got word. Ms. Carver already had an accident and will never come back." "Didn't Mr. Merrick say that Ms. Carver was just handling business and would return after finishing up?"

I muttered under my breath. Mara snorted playfully. “Come on, starving Luna. There’s a new cafe down the road.” She hooked her arm through mine, tugging me toward the exit. Pedro, our driver, stood by the car. “Heading home yet, my Luna?” I shook my head. “Not yet. Pedro. We'd like to go get something to eat.” “Sure. Let's go.” The drive was short and in no time, we got there. The cafe’s atmosphere hit me the moment we stepped inside. Faded checkered curtains, the scent of rosemary and burnt sugar, the murmur of old men arguing over chess—it felt like stepping into a forgotten story.

“I’m tired after going through all that paperwork.” “Sure, no problem,” I agreed, despite the risk of running into Elias. I wouldn’t miss out on some good coffee just because of a fool named Elias. We went to a nearby shopping mall and walked into a cafe where we got coffee to go. As we left the cafe, I couldn’t help taking a big whiff of my coffee. “Mmmmm smells good,” I said with a small smile. “It tastes good too, you will see,” Carla replied. I glanced at her before a chuckle escaped my lips.