Novel & Cerita Jing Si Books & Cafe New York

Silas lifted his head when he saw someone pulling a chair in front of him. "What are you doing?" Jet interestedly asked. He scanned the books' covers and stunned to see what are they about. They're about the history of Red Woods, werewolves, and human psychology. The one Silas is reading is probably about Earth. His fingers are hiding the words on the cover but the image of the planet is visible. Realizing that the reader is paying zero attention, Jet gently grabbed the book Silas is holding. The latter tightened his grip on the book, finally paying attention to the person in front of him. "I think Saint has something to say to you. He's in the kitchen," Jet said.

Yeah, for all my life," Maya answered and took another slice. Giovanni took a slice and wasn't too pleased with the taste, but he ate it anyway. "Tell me more about yourself, Maya," Giovanni told her. "There's not much to know. I've had a rough couple of years and was finally able to break free. I moved here to start a new life. I own a bookstore in town called Blake's Golden Bookstore. Hopefully, I'll be able to expand it." "I got to that bookstore quite often. I love the coffee there." Giovanni said. "You're doing well for yourself, Maya." Maya took another slice of pizza and took a bite.

NEW YORK CITY: Meanwhile in New York Gideon and Judy were at the cafe behind the office having lunch. They walked in after Gideon offered to pay for Judy's lunch that day because they've been having series of business meetings all through. Judy placed her phone opposite Gideon and was checking the menu card the waiter handed over to her.

“You’re not meeting him at a hotel, are you?” Adriana chuckled at his reaction. “Relax. It’s a café.” The Crystal Plaza was a luxurious shopping district in New York, home to high-end brands and extravagant storefronts. The plaza covered every aspect of life—clothing, dining, real estate, and transportation. It was a place where only the wealthy indulged in their lavish tastes. And now, she was about to meet Calvin Walker there. ****

The woman entered cautiously, carrying a cup of Alpha Daniel's favourite coffee. "Why did you come to my office and bring coffee?" Alpha Daniel asked. Sierra rolled her eyes, "I ran into an Omega before I came to your room, I might as well bring it." Alpha Daniel stuck out his lower lip as he nodded. Sierra walked over and placed the cup of coffee on the table. Her eyes then caught an old book open on Alpha Daniel's desk. "What's that, I just saw that book, Daniel," Sierra said as she pointed at the object.

What if he never does again and it’s worse? Sierra clinked her glass against mine. “I have a cure.” “If it’s kale, I’m walking into the river.” “Club 110. Ten o’clock.” She said it like a prescription. “Come out. Get hydrated. By which I mean drink expensive things with tragic names & Get youself a huge dick to clear your mind fog.” I groaned. “The one with the golden staircases and floors you have to apologize to before stepping on them.” “Co-owned by my husband,” she added, like a flex and a warning. “Namgyu’s in town. He wants to see you.”

She wasn’t too early. She walked out of the bookstore, the sun hitting her face, and made her way down the street toward Shera Café. The glass doors slid open, and the smell of coffee, muffins, and cinnamon smacked her straight in the face. The place was cozy, sunlight spilling through big glass windows, plants hanging from every corner, and soft indie music playing in the background. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her. Ivy Cruz.

--- On that day, I went to the appointment, and sure enough, I didn't see Nora. Espresso Lane, one of Shaw Corp's high-end coffee shops in the financial district, was busy as usual with the afternoon crowd. The establishment was known for its artisanal coffee blends and discrete private meeting rooms that catered to Skyview City's business elite. As I walked through the main café area, the manager spotted me and hurried over, his face a picture of barely contained panic. "Ms. Shaw! We weren't expecting you today. If I'd known you were coming, I would have_"

"You should be focusing on Matt and enjoying London, not my personal mess." "Annie..." "Seriously, Zoey. Not now." She studied me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay. But you should know I'm here if you want to talk. About anything." We kept walking in silence until we spotted a charming little bookstore with decorated windows and a sign that said Sunday Open. Warm golden light spilled out from the inside. "Want to go in?" Zoey asked. "I'm freezing and maybe they have something cute for Matt." The shop was exactly my kind of place. Small. Cozy. That perfect mix of new books and fresh coffee. Zoey headed straight to the children's section while I wandered through the fiction shelves, trying