Libra Astrology Cafe Novels & Stories

His first stop is Cafe Ysabel. A famous coffee shop downtown where people crowd in like they can’t breathe without their coffee. It has a beautiful Romanesque interior design with a lot of different kinds of coffee and desserts offered. The owner of the cafe is a client of Lucas, who sold his life just so he could attain success in his business. Lucas entered the cafe and the owner, Aeron, approached him immediately wearing a big grin. “Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence here? Name it and you’ll have it!” His smile annoys Lucas, he just can’t fathom humans’ level of stupidity when it comes to their desires.

Café Verve was the kind of place influencers flocked to—hanging plants, blackboard menus in curly chalk, indie music humming under the clatter of cups. The air smelled like cinnamon and espresso. Isabella took a sip of her latte, and her eyes nearly rolled back. God. Good coffee. Dangerously good. She made a mental note to come back—minus the villainess across the table. Chloe Dubois sat opposite, flawless as always, crossing her legs just so. Even her diamond bracelet sparkled like it had been rehearsed. Isabella’s spoon clinked against porcelain as she stirred though the latte didn’t need stirring. Her nerves demanded it.

He hadn’t made coffee at home in weeks, always saying he’d grab one on the way. Her phone buzzed. Jessica. Coffee this morning? I have news! Sophia stared at the message, her stomach twisting. Jessica always had something to say, some story to keep their friendship alive. But those emojis felt fake. Sure. The usual place? Actually, let’s try Café Luna. 10 AM. You’ll love it! Sophia frowned. Jessica never liked “quirky” cafés. She always stuck to the same latte for years. Maybe Sophia was just overthinking, seeing too much in everything.

“But after the incident a decade ago that wiped out the Sapphire wolves, we’ve struggled to maintain stability. Being an Obsidian wolf alone is not enough to preserve balance.” The words tasted bitter. I did not enjoy admitting weakness. “So,” I continued, “we want to join forces with your pack. Share resources, reinforce borders. And also increase guard numbers, especially during rogue attacks.” Alaric leaned back slightly, considering. “I see.” Just then, a maid stepped into the office carrying a tray of drinks. The moment she moved closer, I smelled something. My body went rigid. That sweet scent. My hand shot out, gripping her wrist just as she set the tray down.

I can’t afford otherwise. She seemed to see right through me and know what I was thinking. “Or you could try finding your second‑chance mate. A mate would heal all of your pain. ” I open my mouth to respond, but my phone dings with a new email. Meeting confirmed. It’s at a café in the old quarter, the kind of place with chandeliers made from deer and moose antlers (our original prey), and a pastry case that looks like it’s straight from Paris.

I wasn’t sure how far the training grounds were, but I desperately needed some caffeine to survive the day. The little bell in the cafe jingled as I pushed the door open, there weren’t many people in here, the clock read 11am and it seems I slept through the morning coffee rush. I made my way to the counter and ordered a black coffee, but when I went to pay, the young girl taking my order shook her head, “Luna doesn’t need to pay” she smiled as she said it, but my own expression must have been horror as her smile fell and faded into terror “I’m sorry if I offended you, I just wanted to be-“

As long as she wanted to, she could easily find out about Luna Gibson’s interests and habits. His gaze fell onto the teapot. He laughed emotionlessly as he gracefully sat on the sofa and helped himself with a cup of tea. “Ms. Luna likes to drink coffee, too?” Luna frowned, merely humming in reply. Joshua raised his cup and took a sip before a cold smile slowly surfaced on his lips. It was Arabica, but his wife Luna Gibson’s favorite was Robusta. He raised his head, fingers gently rubbing against the exterior of the cup. “What a pity, Ms. Luna. Not only did you imitate my wife’s habits and behavior, you even designed your place that reminds me so much of my wife…

said Nova when the cafe waitress came to give her two drinks and two plates of sweet bread. Liana immediately grabbed a glass filled with a caramel macchiato. "Thanks you, Director." Liana's eyes saw the side of the café room. "The décor is nice and comfortable. Did you give me an idea like this?" Nova nodded entities. "Of course. This café is mine." "Without my help, you can set up your own business." Liana drinks caramel macchiato and bites the sweet bread. "The bread is also good," commented Liana.

Leila clapped her hands to get the attention of everyone. "Hello everyone, thank you for coming here. Today everything is for free as it is the opening of my first cafe in here, Italy. I named it "Happy Hour" and we tried our best to make your time happy in this cafe. Well, I am not the only one here, there is someone else. Without him, I couldn't be able to open my cafe, my good friend and my partner, Cristian Silas." Clap...Clap...Clap... Cristian smiled at everyone politely and then Leila called him to join her for the speech. She handed him the mic to speak few words. Cristian hesitated and then took the mic.

×××× ×××× ×××× Since mass, all my days are either ruined by crossing path with Lucille often and her constant pleading or hearing the rumor of Ashman and his new Luna. In history, it is noted that an Alpha belong to one Luna. If this woman becomes his Luna, it clearly means that I'm out of the picture which I don't really want to do but he's giving me many reasons to want to kill him without a second thought. I can't believe someone that I should kill - got me this intoxicated, as though I have been poisoned by his cologne. Sooner or later, I will have to come into agreement with Jariah and end this un-fated feelings.