Legacy Books And Cafe Novels & Stories

A single shelf of books that had been arranged with the particular care of someone who needed at least one thing in a temporary space to feel permanent. Kael looked at the shelf for a moment. Seven books. Spines outward, ordered in a way that wasn't alphabetical or by size. Something else. Something personal enough that he didn't ask about it. "That's everything," Lucian said. "The books." "Yes." "You brought books to a hotel." "I brought the ones I was reading." A pause. "And a few others." Kael picked up one from the end of the shelf. Turned it over. A history of corporate litigation from the 1980s, the kind of dense specific text that most people used as reference and someone like Lucian

Chey cuts me a sad little square of toast and half a sausage l**k to sample. "Don't be greedy now! You got to share with the little ones." The man laughs and Chey cracks up with him. We sample our food and praise Linda's handiwork and Calvin's suggestion. Linda and Calvin Ironstone's "The Vintage Cafe". I make a mental note. The name is short and sweet, just like the adorable little lady who creates such great food.

“It has appendices.” “The café leases this property from a pension fund that owns shares in an infrastructure company previously financed by Vale.” “So you do have a connection.” “Three layers removed and entirely non-controlling.” “You chose this place despite the connection?” “There are very few businesses in this city with no historic relationship to Vale.” “That sounds morally concerning.” “It was a large company.” “Was?” Lucian looked through the window toward Vale Tower. “Soon.” A server approached. Neither ordered coffee. They had carried in the drinks Lucian purchased outside.

Same cut across the rest of the three individuals who sat opposite her. "Hey!" Mimie warned. "I'm glad you finally joined us," She referred to her friend with a welcoming smile. "We were just talking a-about Mackhie's Golden Jubilee scheduled for the weekend. Y-you'll be there, won't you?" Mackhie's was one of Cold Spring's oldest and most famous cafés known for not only its sumptuous coffee but also its luscious muffins and chef's kiss donuts. "Yeah, I will." She absentmindedly dipped her straw in and out of the hole it created on the previously foiled packet of orange juice.

JADE'S POV We spent our morning following our usual routine. From aisle to aisle, oh-ing and ah-ing and buying almost nothing. Yeah, welcome to the broke girls club. Yup, we broke, we own it and we still storm here every weekend. I was tired out by the time we finally called quits and tracked it to our favorite cafe instead. You guessed it right, it's Libby's, with her mouth watering coffee and orgasmic sponge cakes. I wish I know the secret to their deliciousness.

CHAPTER 12 SOPHIA Lucas had picked a quaint càfe nestled between two charming bookstores on a peaceful street. Inside,the gentle hum of soft jazz floated through the air,blending perfectly with the coffee cups and the occasional flips of book pages from the bookstore. It wasn't loud or crowded. It was intentional,calm and reflective. The kind of place that listened more than it spoke. I arrived at the cafe early just like my usual self–punctual, cautious and intentional. Subconsciously,my hand danced around the rim of the mug of coffee in my hands,my eyes flickering to the doors every few seconds.

Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to Xandar’s elated lilac ones as she exclaimed in a whisper, “This is La Librairie, isn’t it? The largest bookstore in the Kingdom!” Xandar’s eyes were also shining at the sight of Lucianne’s excitement, “It is. You’ve clearly heard of it.” Her eyes continued to scan the place while she explained, “I’ve read about it and seen pictures of it in the news. But the sight is still breathtaking.” She looked at the ceiling which was said to contain engravings of reputable authors of the past. She then looked at the pillars which had the most famous quotes of each century. She then uttered, “The twenty-eight-floor building which holds every book known to Lycans, werewolv

What could go wrong? We went to an old coffee shop father used to take me to whenever he wanted to apologize for being sober, called Le Cafe Coffee. They were very popular around the area and it was closer to home. I had already missed one call from Cora, I didn't want to keep her or Lily worried. The place had a warm and inviting ambiance, I recognized the sweet aroma of their special made ginger and lemon tea as I walked in. Sebastian hadn't been here before, so I was left to do all the explanations for him.

If I knew it was this easy, I would have camped out here the first time he shouted at me. God, how long has it been since that first day he crashed into me and wrecked my bike? “Hi, what can I get you?” the guy behind the counter asked. “Uhm… caramel macchiato and chocolate chip cookies, please,” I said. The prices are actually not bad. Hmm… for such a preppy-looking cafe, its customers are diverse. And this place despite looking high-end, sells used books? And has budget-friendly prices? That’s something. A different guy hands me my order at the end of the counter. “Hey, it’s on the house,” he said.

"And honestly? You’re the best person to ensure our creative vision doesn't get steamrolled by their 'Legacy' branding. It’s just a meeting. Professional. Business only." ​I took a breath and nodded. I needed this job, and more importantly, I needed to prove to myself that I could walk into that building without feeling like a ghost. ​Walking into the Cromwell Legacy lobby felt like stepping back into a dream I had fought hard to wake up from. The marble was just as cold, the security guards just as stiff. But this time, I wasn't wearing a junior editor’s badge. I was walking three paces behind Mateo Velez.