Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

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.

It is the old textile warehouse in the lower east quarter known simply as The Yard. Carver is fully aware that Elias knows this location. There is no world in which Carver takes her there by accident. He left the stencil in the frame on purpose, ensuring Elias would identify the bricks within seconds. He wants Elias to trace the path. He wants him to come. What the fuck is he planning? He takes a quick look at Tyler in the rearview. “You okay up there buddy?” Tyler nods but otherwise says nothing. “You did the right thing, you know” Elias says after a few minutes of silence, keeping his eyes on the road. “Running for the car instead of going into the alley. That was the right call.”

One by one people came trotting in, first to buy their breads then heading home, within the hour almost all the customers came back with a plus one friend to have coffee and a cake, sitting down to chat and laugh. The next few days were the same, people would come in the buy their breads then grab coffee with a friend while they were at it, it was the perfect combination, a cafe and bakery conjoined. POV Carlo We’d slept through the storm, a fresh layer of white snow covering everything in sight, hiding footprints and any markings made from the night before. It was calm, the rage had settled down though the depth of the snow would prove to be quite a challenge.

“How did you meet?” “Oh—-” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s actually a good story.” I crossed my arms again, but this time it wasn’t defensive. It was expectant. “Well?” I prompted. Homer chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck like he was replaying the memory. “There’s this café near the hospital and in between Carter’s office. As a mid point—” he began. “You know the one with the terrible parking and surprisingly good coffee?”

It seemed like every journalist in town wanted to speak to Carter, despite the fact that Carter wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. Are they just going to spend the entire day out there? I thought. I think Carter was spot on when he referred to them as vultures. Jesus, they're relentless. I didn't stand there too long, though. After a moment of crowd watching, I turned and walked the opposite direction toward the cafeteria. It was officially called The Winthrow Cafe, but in all reality, it was more like a fancy variation of a school cafeteria. I'd never actually eaten there before, mostly because everybody I had talked to said the food there wasn't all that great. Still, no matter how

It’s just that it’s good to get out of the house and have a breath of fresh air. “We are here!”. Derrick said as he packed the car. “Thank you Derrick. Do you want to go in with us?”. I asked him as I alighted from the car. “No, I'm fine, I will just wait here!”. Derrick replied back. “If you say so!”. I responded and Rose, Lisa and I started making our way towards the cafe. The cafe is painted white and sky blue. Even the security guard outfit is sky blue in color. Once we entered the cafe, I understood why it is called “the sky cafe”. The ceiling of the cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. Heck the whole cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. The tables, chairs and lights bulbs are made in

He’d come clean about everything when this was all over. Just before he hit the inner border, Kade pulled over to a small roadside cafe he often stopped by when he was travelling. The food was awful, but the coffee was strong and the ladies who ran it weren’t shy with the whiskey they laced Kade’s coffee with. He felt he needed that cup of coffee right now to prepare for what was to come. The cafe had been set up in an old cottage with whitewash walls and a roof of slate tiles. It had once been a thatched roof but after the third time the roof caught fire, someone finally stuck something a bit less combustible on it. Since then, it had served truckers and weary drivers as a place to stop and

I stared at Tara, with my jaw dropped, then asked, “Do you not mate for life? Was it only male mates that were ruthless? Oh My Goddess… We need iced coffee and for you to tell me everything!!” Tara just laughed and asked if I had a vehicle here, because her pack took their vehicle back home. After nodding my head, she asked the security team following us to get their vehicle, because we were headed to the human town for coffee and shopping. “I know of a little coffee shop that allows dogs, in Cripple Creek.” Tara said, “It's a mom and pop coffee house, and they have special homemade treats for dogs. Their grandkids own it now. I invest in their cafe, so they will always be around, everytime