Novel & Cerita First Chapter Coffee House

Shaking my head, I grab my things and head out to my first shift. Locking the door behind me, I take the stairs two at a time, my feet barely touching the ground. The air outside is crisp, but the sun is shining, a beautiful Seattle rarity. The coffee shop is only a short walk away, and as I pushed through the door, the familiar scent of freshly ground coffee beans enveloped me. I headed straight to the counter where Sam was already setting things up for the morning rush. The coffee shop was alive with the chatter of people grabbing their morning caffeine fix, the usual for midweek morning. My eyes kept going to the door, hoping to land on a pair of green eyes, but it didn’t look like Jay ne

Then I went to open the cafeteria, more for stubbornness than for any hope. When the bell rang for the first time that morning, he was not a customer. He was not a provocateur. It was he. The long coat, the leather paste, the look fixed as if it was going through my skin. "Black coffee, no sugar." The same words, the same code. But this time there was something different. His rhythm was not that of yesterday nor that of the day before yesterday. It was someone who came prepared to go further.

CHUCK After five minutes at most, Rabiya got out of the kitchen room with a serving platter and three cups of coffee. Just by the aroma of it, and just by seeing how the steam evaporated in the air sending thin clouds of visible smoke towards us, as if a hand trying to seduce us to drink it right away, I could already determine that the freshly brewed coffee were so satisfying. I jumped out of the sofa where I decided to sit for three minutes, and fetched Rabiya from the isle to get the cup she prepared for me. I determined it right away which cup was mine, because I was the only one who ordered my coffee to be black and pure. No sure, no creamer, no anything at all. “You better be sure this

Was Roger the one who killed my boyfriend and turned him into soup, while his wife remained blissfully unaware? Through the curtains, I watched as they closed the shop early. Normally, they stayed open past eleven, yet tonight the shutters came down just after dusk. Moments later, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called. "Uh… it's me," came the reply. "I'm the boss of the organ soup shop downstairs."

I don't even have a space in my stomach for a single drop of water, and here is wants to drink a mug of coffee! I took the coffee with me and knocked in his cabin's door. After several knows I didn't got any answer , so I just thought to put the mug on his desk, and left to my cabin to take rest. But guess what? It was a very very very wrong move..... ***** Hlw there!! So guys what must have happened? You will know about that I next chapter. Hope you all are enjoying the story Do follow me on I***a gram @ author_priyaraj to know more about the stuffs related to the story.

Maybe start to like him as well. I deserved some stability, I deserved some love. But didn’t Ray too? No, maybe he didn’t. I stopped at the theatre, parking the scooter and entering inside. I was fifteen minutes early so I decided to get a cup of coffee from the café besides. I entered the well-lit café, ‘Café-Home’ it was called. It was my first time here and I liked how homey it made me feel. There were small coffee painted boxes of lights hanging from the ceiling, the chairs were colourful and the tables had coffee quotes written on them. All in all it looked a perfect place to hang out.

This is book 3 of the Bad Boys and Babies Series. It is a stand-alone novel with all-new characters, however, the themes are similar! Please enjoy! Emma “Welcome to Coffee Shack, Mrs. Johnson.” Emma greeted her next customer with a smile. “Your usual?” The woman in a suit nodded, barely looking up from her phone. That was typical here. The coffee shop was located on the first floor of a downtown skyscraper with all sorts of important businesses filling the offices upstairs. W&W BabyCo held most of the floors, but there was also an internet company and a well respected law firm in the building. Everyone who came for coffee was usually busy with some sort of important work.

Bonus Scene: Fist Steamy Scene Chapter 17 from Madison’s Point of View The inky blackness of the brewing coffee crept into the pot. The machine’s insistent whir became the heartbeat of the room, while the aroma of ground beans, laced with a whisper of vanilla, enveloped my senses. I adjusted the silky strap of my tank top, which had slipped off my shoulder. It was late, and I had already indulged in a steamy shower before changing into my pajamas.

He would come to her when he was ready, the way they worked, the way they had always worked once they stopped pretending they were anything other than what they were. She drank her coffee. She watched the street. She was home. End of Chapter 15

Fake marriage is chapter 1...there was a little mix-up Chapter 2: Alice's POV The midday sun cast a brilliant glare over the city, bouncing off the towering glass buildings as our sleek black SUV navigated through the bustling streets toward the restaurant. I leaned back in my seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the door handle as my mind wandered back to the stranger from the airport. I couldn’t believe I'd actually considered speaking to him, let alone involving him in my half-baked plan.