Fireside Book Cafe Stuff Your Kindle の小説・ストーリー

Celine put down her coffee cup slowly. The calm atmosphere and the soft jazz music to accompany the coffee this evening really suited her. It was exactly what Karen had told her about Café Anomaly; a pleasant place to use as a stress reliever. Although Celine believes that the root cause of stress must be dealt with immediately. So as not to drag on and make the mind frantic. “Are you sure you don't want to have dinner?” asked the man who had been watching Celine. Starting from her arrival to sitting and enjoying the girl's coffee.

Zivah smiled, “Let’s go someplace where we can read and eat and stay for hours.” “The Book Café.” I said excitedly, it was our favourite place to hang out. It was a beautiful café with all junk food available and books kept in shelves and wooden tables and chairs to sit, sort of like a library with food. And it felt amazing just being there, the peace and ambiance. “Oh manh, I can’t come.” I muttered sadly, remembering that the hacking just happened yesterday and there is still no trace of catching the hacker. “I have to go to work.”

From the soft music playing over the speakers to the end of the cafe was a shelf full of books, Café Sugar was a colourful place with the booths matching the red flooring and the designs of red and white blotches on the walls. A waitress came up to take our orders and her jaw dropped. “No freaking way! Caden Booker?!” She squealed. “Oh my God, it's my first time meeting you…” I interrupted her with a sigh. “I'd prefer it if you take our orders and not fondle over my fiance.” Her cheeks heated and she nodded softly. “I'm sorry about that, Mr. Asher.” While taking a sip of water, I shot a glare at Mark to order after I ordered a cup of cappuccino and strawberry-flavoured chocolate for Caden.

Lana sighed. Lana almost tempted me to show her. That's when I decided to burn every book I owned. My neighbor Presley was never the same after the police and Bruce questioned Jude. It was late at night and I used my firepit to burn my books. The smell wasn't inviting like hickory charcoal. Presley was cleaning his grill as he often does. He tried to peek my way, but once he saw me glaring at him, he stopped what he was doing and hurried inside.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

Sparkles was picked up by Cecily, and the two of them walked back to the fireplace with Judy. “The coffee had been laced with something. Judy, he was going to kill you!” Both of them watched as the chemical ate up the books on the shelf. Judy instinctively grasped her throat, imagining how it would have felt if her throat was being corroded instead of the books.

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

There was even a fireplace and a dark wine colored chaise lounge in front of the tiny fire. Kallen let my hand go as I started to explore on my own. From Bronte to Dickens to Maas, and even Rowling - there were authors of every time and every genre scattered about. I opened a few books, noticing how a few had pages bookmarked or a note in the front of the book in Kallen’s handwriting, saying how the book impacted his thoughts or where he bought the book. Each one seems so unique to his heart. “Find anything good?” He chuckled from the chaise lounge, hands behind his head, and watched me with a smile. I smiled back and put away the book I had before walking to him and straddling his lap.

Meanwhile, few benches away, Kira sat quietly sipping coffee with her headphones on, but she wasn't really quiet, trouble was definitely been cooked. Then I peeped only to see her reading a book with the title, “How to Heal Fast When Your Trusted Best Friend Is Madly in Love With a Sad Billionaire.” I'm not surprised, topical of her. So I took Marianne, my mother for a walk.

She gleefully clapped her hands together as she took in the sight of all the comfy chairs and intricate stands containing tea-time snacks. She was so excited that almost all of her walls fell as she eagerly dragged me along with her by the hand to one of the back walls of the bookshelves. "I-I h-heard that this café was able to g-get a-access to n-new books before t-they were even officially a-announced to t-the public a-and it's a-actually t-true." She had a big bright smile on her lips as she wobbly reached up for one of the higher shelves, trying to reach for one of the thick books resting up there. "I-I w-was reading t-this s-series r-recently, and it e-ended on a c-cliffhanger, which m-