Christmas Cafe Novels & Stories

Today…Jack had a meeting scheduled with the company, and at noon, he will surely be in a cafe but he was planning to go home late as he needs to do some Christmas decoration there. He can just cancel the meeting, and make it to the cafe faster but the decoration still requires some time… What should he do? “If not, maybe I can eat the cake anytime when you’re no—” “If not, why don’t you just come to the cafe with me?” Jack offered. “It’s been a long time since you visited the cafe with me, haven't you? It would be better if you came with me because there’s something I need to do there. There’s even a chocolate fondue if you want.”

He sleepily said and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep. "We are heading out to get coffee. Get ready." I took off the duvet as I pushed him into the bathroom. We got ready as I said mom that we have project work. She believed it and I hate lying to my mom. We reached the cafe as two people were sipping their coffee. Adam and I ordered our coffee and sat at our usual table. Sometimes we came here to celebrate our team's victory, it is a party. Mary is the owner of this cafe and she is an old woman in her late fifties, but she is close to our boys. This cafe sometimes feels warm and good. "If you want to drink coffee desperately much, why don't you ask Isabella to buy for you. She will be

The cafe seems to be on a holiday, it was already past noon and they haven’t even opened up the door, the chairs were still left on top of the tables and there were only the three of them. Denzell noticed every single move that she made, the way she glances around and when she stops as if she’s thinking deeply. To answer her curiosity he spoke, “The cafe is not opening today, we are here to make new products for the menu.”

The cafe was barely decorated across the walls, but it didn’t sigh away from the late 70s music posters and vinyl records displayed in glass cases in the far-end corners. Seeing a music performance poster of Cher brought a smile to my face. On top of it, the cafe smelled divine with its krofne and cold liquor smell. The small but vibrant coffee shop was bustling with young adults and teenagers whose voices seemed to mix with chatter and laughter. The white noises were the main quotient of liveliness inside the eatery, energizing the ambience for everyone.

Did he figure out what I was trying to do? The small facade of the cafe was freshly painted in dark blue, with golden scripted letters flashing the signage “A Cup Of Joy”. Dominic pushed the transparent glass door open that made a jingling sound and as I stepped inside, a blanket of warm air touched my face and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted my nose.

He says it's a coffee shop but they offer the best cakes for kids on their kids’ menu. I smile as I watch Mai pointing out the window and identifying places for Chestnut sitting on her thighs. Maybe Taren just needs to relax his tension a bit. Not everyone is as cruel as those who made our lives hell. But I don’t blame him for it. Our circumstances turned out very different and it’s none of our fault. I would probably hold such antipathy if I were the one in his place if not worse. All four of them rush up to the Coffee shop while I chuckle after them. We already made a reservation though. But they hurry on exuberantly anyway. I peer up when I get close to the impressive building and read th

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

The enchanting Christmas music was playing loudly inside the shop while my head was filled with nothing but thoughts of Benedict Saintclare. Suddenly someone caught my attention when a hand placed a cup on top of my table. I travelled my eyes to the person across me who happens to be Khaleel. He smiles. “Happy holidays.” Khaleel greeted with his caramelized voice. I smile back and he sat down on the seat right in front of me. “Hey Khal.” “You seem to be thinking about something so seriously that you didn’t get to hear your name being called out by the barista.” He explains before sipping on his iced coffee.

The holes in my shoes are not helping my situation, and neither is the fact that I'm wearing the thinnest pair of leggings that I have ever owned, but beggars can't be choosers and, unfortunately, for me, begging is part of my life. As I walk across the front of a coffee shop, I stop in my tracks and take a moment to just enjoy the sight that's in front of me. The place is full of people just enjoying their day while Christmas music plays in the background. A waitress walks in my line of sight with a box overflowing with Christmas decorations and for the first time today, I smile.

I went out and took a taxi to the the cafe shop I'm currently working on, I don't want to be fired, the cafe is an elite 24 hour cafe, I don't know how I was accepted there, considering my timid nature, the cafe was only for rich people of certain calibar not just rich people, coffees made there are so expensive that I don't even understand why someone would spend such amount of money just on a coffee but that was not my problem now, I just wanted to continue working there, besides the pay was good, I could do better with some cash now. Being really honest, I really don't know how I feel about Mom really leaving the house, she was never there anyway, just coming back in few occasions and wit