Legacy Books And Cafe Novels & Stories

But since the glassed cottage garden, I ought not to be surprised at anything here. Yet, this room beat my wildest expectations. The dim lighting and the warm hue and the thousands of books stacked to the ceiling. It was a bookkeeper’s dream and a bibliophile’s home. I took a step in and looked around, managing to catch both of them staring at how in awe I was. “What is this place?” I specifically asked Gerald. “We call it our archives, it’s every book about our history and our lives. Every war documented and everything you search for are inside these books—“ “And today, we’re going to find out exactly what this is” Rafael interrupted him and inched near to where I stood.

“The material is . . . let’s just say exhaustive. Since we have been here longer than our nation’s capital, we have been blessed to obtain and acquire books and material that is not only classic and ancient, but rare as well. Just about every subject you can think of can be found within the walls of our library—and those that cannot can always be searched on the net. You can see that we have ample amounts of comfortable chairs, couches, desks, and tables everywhere you look for study or lounging. Over there in the corner we have a small cafe that serves coffees, cappuccinos, and espressos for those who desire to burn the midnight oil.” James threw him a look that said yeah, right. “Yes, I as

Outside, Mitch gestures down the street. "There's a little place down the road I sometimes stop for coffee." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I take the bag of books from her. "Let me carry that for you." The 'little place', a small cafe, is mainly occupied by student types. They sit in groups, wearing bohemian clothes and cheap gothic jewellery, arguing loudly. It's not quarrelling, but debate of the kind you get from the types that think they know the secrets of the universe, or they can put the world to rights by talking about it.

Rose raised her eyebrows at me, after taking a sip of her newly arrived coffee. “You think I’d be sitting here if he did?” I asked back. “Right.” She shrugged. “So…what now?” “There’s only one place that might have what we need right now.” I told her. “The Castle library. It has the oldest collection of books and the only place where all books had been stocked after being rescued from the debris after the Wipeout.”

Then he turned to face me so I looked up and saw a pair of rounded doe eyes looking at me with nothing but dull in them. It's Lucas, the young man librarian who works at the library two blocks away from this coffee shop. He's our regular customer and always requests for the same cup of cappuccino. I'm actually amazed that he never missed a single day of dropping by in this shop to have his cup of coffee.

As soon as he drops me off in school, I walk to the library and, once inside, I place everything I need on the wooden table. I greet some people I recognize that are sitting around me and I put my AirPods on before I focus on my laptop. I need to get this done before I even stand a chance of meeting Dash tonight. There’s another exclusive party at the club, but this time is to celebrate a wedding. People are just weird. Dash thinks the couple is a part of a private orgy society, and they want to be private. They are paying a lot of money to use the club, but they won’t be having access to the private party of the club. Dash is not stupid to allow random people there. They might be influencer

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

Sasha I'm sipping from a cup of coffee in the small library on the first floor. I don't trust anyone not to spill on the old books. Their yellowed pages pack decades of stories that can't be replaced. I'm the only person in the mansion who cares about these things. Thus, I'm the only one with the luxury of enjoying a good drink among the shelves.

********Tessa******** I stared at my phone for the 100th time as the caller kept calling over and over again. My eyes caught the familiar pair of brown wheels that I had seen the first time that I found this coffee book reading shop. All my life and living with my step dad this has been one of my favorite spot considering the fact that I loved reading whenever I felt bored at home and broken I always come here and what hurts most is the fact that Nicolas was the person who brought me here before I turned 13 because he saw how much I loved reading.

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.