Coffee Shop In An Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

I said without betting an eyelid. "So do we have a deal?" He further asked. "Yes; deal" I accepted. I secured the supply deal with the clients and after the meeting I decided to use the opportunity to asked Universe if we should stop by for coffee. Honestly, I wasn't fund of drinking coffee since I dislike it right from when I was a child but because I just wanted to spend time with this mysterious girl called Universe I'd no other choice than do these. "Alright but promise me it wouldn't take long?" Universe demanded.

These good people are my newfound family, and sometimes I dreamed that I would never run away, and if she could turn back time, I wish that I never meet Alejandro. I bid goodbye to the kind lady and walked my way to the coffee shop where I work as a cashier. I greeted some people that I know they're just sweet people. Bids of sweat were dropping on my forehead when I reached the Sweet Little Café. I love to work here. The owner is sweet, and I'm lucky she accepted a pregnant woman like me. I push the glass door, and the aroma of brewed coffee mixed with vanilla scent welcomes me. I am a caffeinated person, and right now, I am not allowed to drink coffee. Yeah, my job is torture, but I can't

And now somehow, without noticing. something had changed. "Why do you look like you've discovered aliens?" Jessica looked up. Sophie dropped into the seat beside her carrying two coffees. Jessica narrowed her eyes immediately. "You bought me coffee again." "No." Jessica stared. "No?" Sophie looked innocent. "I accidentally developed two coffees." Jessica blinked. "Developed?" "Like a scientist." Jessica stared at her. "That isn't how coffee works." Sophie handed one over anyway. Jessica accepted it automatically. Because refusing had become pointless.

The street was already alive with morning chatter, the smell of coffee drifting from a nearby café. Fine, I thought, stepping inside. If I can’t cook, at least I can eat like a person. I entered a coffee shop and ordered coffee and pancakes. The first sip of bitter, too-expensive coffee almost made up for the throbbing in my hip. Almost. The café atmosphere around me was cozy clinking spoons, murmured conversations, the rich scent of coffee wrapping me in a temporary comfort. I tore into my pancakes, then my phone buzzed. A message from Tala.

“Why do you always pretend, Miyara? I saw the way Professor Cross was looking at you.” My hand gripped the steering wheel harder as I stared ahead, my heart racing. “Stop imagining things, Isa.” She snorted. “I definitely wasn’t imagining that.” The coffee shop was not a popular one. Just a small shop tucked in between several big shops in the lane. The owner was a bald old man who reminded me of my grandfather. We found a quiet spot and placed our orders as Isa kept ranting about this one guy who thought he was smarter than everyone. I was barely listening. But I caught this one.

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

I loved the cute little coffee shop, Cozy Corner Coffee. I often brought myself here to escape the hecticness that was my new pack. Life there was certainly not what I had expected it to be. I had expected a nice, relaxed little pack similar to my own. A chilled out Alpha, much like my Dad. But, no… instead I was sent to a large and extremely busy pack, mainly due to the warrior training facility that it enclosed, with an overbearing and controlling Alpha, that I was unfortunately expected to marry.

Marvis and Chris sat together in the quaint coffee shop, sipping on their mugs of steaming coffee, each lost in their thoughts. The familiar hum of the cozy café wrapped around them, creating an ambiance that felt like a warm embrace. The passage of time seemed to dissolve as they delved into conversations that bridged the gap between their past and present. Marvis gazed at Chris, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Do you remember the day we built that makeshift fort in your backyard, using every blanket and pillow we could find?"

The past didn’t just catch up—it ambushed him once again. He stopped at the Sunshine Cafe on his route to the office. It was an everyday decision: stopping for his usual caramel frappe. The outside was normal, bathed in the gentle glow of morning light. The warm, comforting scent of roasted coffee beans spilled into the chilly air as he approached. He pulled his AirPods out, slid them into their case, and had his wallet ready for a quick transaction. The moment he pushed the door open; the normal world vanished. The cafe was a slaughterhouse.

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.