Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

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.

“We can go to that club in Phoenix I told you about three months ago. It was pretty good, smoky, but pretty good.” “I was thinking about something closer to home,” Mindy said with a sly grin as the epiphany popped in her mind. “Okay,” Cindy eased out as she looked at the sparkle in Mindy’s baby blues. “Where?” “Garvey’s” “What!” Cindy shouted. Half the people in the diner turned to look at them. ------- Goldman and Carter moseyed over to the counter and took a seat. Paula, the waitress, approached them with menus in hand. “Hey, boys, what can I get you to drink?” she asked, showing the spaces where three teeth should be.

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.

My little angels’ carefree chatter brightened my day. I was so busy planning their future that I totally disregarded Carver’s presence in my house. He registered his presence by offering me a cup of black coffee and poked my nose playfully. “As I have saved you from Alpha Zayden, how are you going to repay me?” I wasn’t in the mode of playing a guessing game, so I asked him directly. “What do you want?” Carver leaned in and whispered in my ears. “I would like to taste you, love.”

Maybe, those were owned by the elite members of this pack. End of Pov -**- For about forty five minutes onwards, the SUV car was parked on the lot, joining the other vehicles with various brands. In front of the pretty large parking area, the two-floor coffee shop building was situated. The aesthetic designed board entitled 'Now or Never Coffee' being pasted on the centre on its roof. "Welcome to Now or Never Coffee. Here is our menu book to take a look," A young man in his twenties with black uniform covered by maroon apron uttered while giving the menu books to Margie and Jessie.

I said quietly, but at the back of my mind I couldn't help but find that statement a little strange. “Alright, kiddo. Try to get some rest after work, yeah?” “I will. Thanks, Dad.” As the call ended, I exhaled, feeling both comforted and heavier somehow. I made my way inside the cafe, and looked around. Trevor didn't seem to be anywhere around. I smiled at Caroline who had just come out from the back carrying a couple of latte cups. “Good morning. Is the boss around?” I asked “Oh, he was, but he stepped out. Said he'll be back at noon.”

Like we’re running out of time for something. I step out of the company building, jacket already over my shoulder, loosened tie hanging against my chest. The heat isn’t helping. The moment I enter the backseat of my car, I exhale deeply and let my head fall back. I tell the driver to take me to Vespero's, the exclusive café by the waterfront where only men like me, or men trying to become like me, gather to talk power over pastries and bitter coffee.

The morning light streamed through the tinted windows of Leo Carver’s car, slicing gold across the leather seats. The city unfurled outside in a blur of steel and glass — his domain, his kingdom. Beside him, Liana sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, gaze lost in the skyline. She didn’t ask where they were going until the car turned into the private underground entrance of Carver Tower — the headquarters of the Carver empire. “You didn’t tell me we were going to your office,” she said softly.