Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

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

And Kenny would not have met Nikita a lot of things would not have changed if it were not for Carla, she is amazing her smile is enchanting. We get to the mall. I walk in and go straight to the coffee shop. No this cannot be right. Carla did not. I look at the coffee shop disbelief. The coffee shop is completely transformed, it is the design we created together. This girl is amazing. This is why I love her. The sign lights up it says "THE LOVE NEST" I chuckle the love nest really Carla. This is a coffee shop not a dating website... A girl walks up to me and asks, "Are you Mr. Jacobs?"

TUCKER’s POV It paid to have connections in cozy places. The café was empty, as per my request. The owner was a retired Barnacle, and he was the only one I felt comfortable telling why I needed the café, considering he had quit football to take care of his mental health. It was a sweet little exchange to get him to close up the shop just for me. Well, me and my little lady. I was determined to spoil her enough to cover the profits of a slow day at the café.

Was all Stephie hummed in reply, then she saw to preparing Carter's order, same as from the previous night. Heated milk, a dash of cinnamon, and a sprinkle of sugar. Placing the cup in a holder, Stephie grabbed her purse, phone and keys. Placing her personal baseball cap which sported the Cafe's logo on her scalp to shield from the afternoon sun, Stephie left the café and headed towards the center of the city, where the Barlowe Industries Building nearly tickled the skyline in comparison to the other smaller establishments in town.

I blow out a breath, push my dirty thoughts aside, and park the car at the curb in front of Brewed Awakenings. The small, local cafe has been a favorite of werewolves from all three packs, humans, and tourists alike for as long as I can remember. We—Wesley, Nolan, Sebastian, and I—all grew up coming here often. It’s owned by our pack, and while the menu and interior decor has changed over the years to keep up with the trends, it hasn’t ever lost its cozy, warm atmosphere.