Kindred Roots Cafe Novels & Stories

he asked gesturing me to take the seat opposite him. " just now" I replied plopping myself on the chair and took the menu to stop my hands from shaking due to my nervousness. " hmm so what do you want to order," omer asked scanning the menu. " This cafe is famous for pancakes and their milkshake," I said smiling at him. " hmm okay then we will order pancakes,"

MAXINE I stopped in front of the cafe and read the sign. It was Howl's Cafe. I had managed to get a hold of Mark and convinced him to see me. It had taken a lot to make him come here today. I hoped he was here. As I pushed the door open and walked in, the scent of cinnamon and roasted beans filled my lungs. The bell at the top of the door rang, signaling my entry. My eyes scanned the small crowd in the interior and landed on Mark who was hunched over a steaming mug of coffee. I walked over to him and slid into the worn leather booth across from him.

“ I have a presentation this morning, but'm I’m free this afternoon? Around two? ” “ Two is perfect. Where? ” “ Not Java House. ” We both laugh. “ Definitely not Java House. There’s a café near Makerere. Café Javas on Bombo Road. Quiet, good coffee, and I promise to sit at least three meters down from you at all times. ” “ Two meters is fine. I’m feeling brave today. ” “ Brave looks good on you, Sarah Nakitende. ” My cheeks flush. I’m smiling like an idiot at my empty apartment.

Gavin smiled happily as he pulled out and drove out of the parking lot. “The café we are going is a big tradition for this town. Everyone knows of it and you cant leave town without at least having a coffee from there. They have special office meeting spaces upstairs so the crowd wont bother us.” Gavin spoke highly of Mama Chika's Café. “I have never heard of it.” Asrar spoke the truth. He was a multi million dollar restaurant company that stretched from one end of the world to the other. He has never heard of this small café. Well to be fair he didn’t care for the cafe's he has come across. They where there own thing in the restaurant world where he was a full sports bar, family orientated

This conversation can't wait. I stared at the message, contemplating whether to go or not. But curiosity won. I needed to understand what I'd gotten myself into, and Lydia clearly had answers. ME: Fine. I will see you at 10:15 AM The Moon Café occupied a renovated house on Main Street, all exposed brick and reclaimed wood and aggressively local coffee. A chalkboard menu announced drinks with names like "Luna's Latte" and "Alpha Blend," which would have made me smile yesterday. Today, knowing what I knew about Pinehaven's supernatural underbelly, it just seemed ominous.

The story of Ridoy's transformation spread like wildfire. New faces began appearing at the foundation's door every day. Some came to leave their wrong paths behind and return; some came to change their children; some came just to drink a cup of Dada's tea. Abrar's café was no longer just a place of business—it had become a sanctuary, a second home for many.

The mother copes with the trauma while her mate scrolls through his phone with a grin plastered on his face. A few paces away, a couple makes out—almost gallops each other's faces in an intense and lustful passionate kiss. Behind them is a small cafe—Mahgrib's— the signboard read. Unlimited books! Buy a coffee and get some credits for free. A big aqua-blue radium board glitters.

“Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.” The voice was elegant and sonorous, so everyone could not help but look at the person. It was a man looking dignified in a silver-gray suit. He came up to Nicole. “What a coincidence, Miss Riddle.” Nicole raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see Jared here. “What are you doing here?” Seeing that Nicole was so curious, Max quickly stepped forward. “I guess you haven’t known — this new café belongs to Mr. Johnston.” “This is his café?” While Nicole furrowed his brows, those people sitting behind her were stu

Redwood forest is a forest that produces teak and mahogany trees. The cafe's design features large, see-through windows and colorfully painted walls. Noura turned on the slightly dim light of the cafe, then headed for the kitchen. Make any food she can make. Noura is not a chef, of course. She couldn't make any food, even though she did not eat, unlike Arva, who really likes to cook. Many cafe menus are created from the fruit of the shewolf's mind and her agile hands.

Aurora said, earning a pinch from Arabella, who glared at her. "They can stay at my house. Your rented house is small, anyway. I'll just call them myself," Arabella teased, making Aurora pout. "Oh, I have a new cafe I've been frequenting this week. It's called DJ Caffe, near our favorite underwear store on Malioboro Street. I guarantee it's recommended, and this time, it's my treat," Aurora explained excitedly.