Clouds Cafe Novels & Stories

She wonders where they were going? "Butter Studio." She read the sign written in the cafe. "Welcome to Butter studio," says the woman wearing a pastry chef hat. They sat on the block beside the glass window ornamented with a mini flower on the pot. They ordered a frosted cake minimally between layers and dressed in foliage and fruits, a Milo and Speculoos, Salted caramel and red velvet, an ice cream, and two chocolate cupcakes with almond and chocolate chips on top. "This is a new year treat. Congratulations on being the 100th customer. Enjoy your meal," says the woman who had served their order. The cafe gave them a hazelnut frappe as a new year threat.

Gibbous Flat White for Levine, Short Macchiato Lune for Huxley, Cappuccino Pink Moon for Krysyle, Mocha New Moon for Michane, Red Blood Salted Caramel for me, and Crescent Americano for Clint. “The usual coffee?” Clint asked, popping out of the blue. I smiled at him and answered, “Yeah, it’d be a cold night for us. So I made these.” “Mari, remember 2 movies tonight. But if you can’t manage, it’s okay to close the cafe by 8 pm. We have to go now.” I said and left the cafe with Clint. He’s been driving for a while now and it’s already lunch. We went to a drive-thru and decided to park and eat for a little while and he started driving again.

This place, so full of treats and laughers in his childhood, seemed to him today to be loaded with the most precious memories of his life. But tonight, this place of rest would take on its primary role: where all creatures can gather to discuss around a table without being threatened. The Crossroad Café stood before him, simply lit by a few rays of moonlight. It was an impressive three-story wooden cottage with pristine white walls. On the other hand, the vast windows were dressed with engravings of wolves, stars, ivy, and moons. On a large panel, a black wolf howling at the moon stood under the name of the Café written in neon yellow.

But before the nurse could, Zikki caught sight of Miranda. .... Noah's café, nestled in the heart of town, beckoned to all who passed by. It was renowned for its scrumptious banana cake, the kind that made your taste buds dance with joy. Stepping inside, one was transported to the vibrant streets of New Orleans, as the owner had carefully crafted the café's interior with his memories of the city. Mornings and mid-days saw the café bustling with activity, the aroma of coffee wafting through the air, while the evenings were a bit quieter, as the day wound down. The story of how the café came to be was a charming one, filled with unexpected twists and turns.

looking around at a new area she had encountered for the first time. "This is a cafe," Roberts replied which made Beth roll her eyes. "I've known from the start that...this is a cafe...Young Master! But what kind of cafe is this? Why are we here? What's the reason? That's how it is..." Beth replied exasperatedly. They had arrived at an empty table which Beth guessed was theirs. Roberts put his bag and motorbike keys on the table and sat down next to Beth. "Cafe..to eat, the name is Cafe Luna, why do you come here...because you want to eat, the reason is hungry. Satisfied...sweet lady?" The answer was a cute glare at Beth.

As we leave the office everyone's eyes are on us. When we walk through the door into a cafe I've never seen before, my mouth gapes open. "What is this place? And weren't we supposed to go to the red carpet event?" I asked, my eyes drinking in the cuteness of the place. "Soon- we have to make an appearance here first. And to answer your first question; it's called ‘Love Cafe’." "This place is just so cute!" I squealed with excitement. "At least one of us likes it," he remarked and looked around the restaurant. "I bought it a month ago when my financial advisor suggested it might be a good investment."

The moment we stepped inside, I could hear the faint sound of "You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish." The whole place smelt like coffee beans which totally made sense cause it seemed like this people grinded the beans every minute. We made our way to a counter and the girl that was standing there smiled at us. "Welcome to Kitty's Cafe. What would you like to have today?" She asked beaming with smiles. The smile looks practiced though. I mean, why not? She has to smile every day.

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: The thunderstorms continued for a few days. Rainy weather usually means less business at the cafe, since people don’t really like to venture out of their homes or offices with such downpours on the cards. We mostly have takeout orders and a few remote workers who’re huddled in the corner booths, fueling themselves with coffee and snacks every couple of hours. I checked the time and sighed.

“No styrofoam cups in sight.” Ten minutes later. At “CAFFÈ ÉTOILE”, a café so pretentious it served lattes in wine glasses and charged for Wi-Fi, we took a seat under a chandelier that probably cost more than my old apartment. The barista came over and gave us that broke-student side-eye, but I calmly handed over three shiny pennies. Elsa's eyes widened. “Krystal… tell me you didn’t rob a museum.” “Nope,” I said, sipping my oat milk lavender espresso. “I just found a bunch of pennies.”

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.