Novel Point Coffee Novels & Stories

Claudia Woods’ Point of View Dream Café is the name. The cafe was vast, and it exceeded my expectations. I thought that the cafe was just normally built, but this one was prior built in a two-story building. The extravagance screams with class on it. Each side of the walls are enchanting. It was aesthetically pleasing, each corner has its own unique frames and different words on it. The vibe was warm, not to mention that the walls are painted coffee along with touches of white vanilla latte palette on it.

Daniel tried to restore order by pointing at people like he was conducting an orchestra, and Chloe deliberately spoke out of turn just to irritate him. While they waited for the food, the conversation shifted to work in the way it always did when colleagues gathered outside the office. Elise raised her glass. “To the new employees,” she said. “May you learn where the good coffee is hidden and which meetings can be safely ignored.” There was a chorus of agreement. Marco spoke quietly to Rivera, his voice almost lost in the background noise. “The good coffee is on the eleventh floor. Behind the locked door.” Everyone turned to him.

Falco 3 years ago The coffee shop across from the college had terrible coffee and a perfect view of the pickup area. I'd been sitting here for three weeks. Same table, same order, same newspaper I wasn't reading. The barista knew my face by now but not my name. That was intentional.

*Harley' POV "Xavier Everest?!" Nina's jaw hangs open in the air, her coffee cup stopping midway to her lips. "Xavier hot-as-fuck Everest?!" Jesse exclaims, her amber eyes shining bright. I nod, sipping my strawberry milkshake with a straw, as I look at my two best friends. We are currently on a break from classes and we decided to check out the new coffee shop that opened nearby. The place is comfy and the smell of coffee and cakes greeted us the moment we stepped inside through the glass doors. 'Hot Cup Brews' is already gaining popularity and I see a few of our classmates huddled around a little table at one corner.

Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop. The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right.

POV: Nora The coffee shop was called Birch & Co. and it was the kind of place that had regulars who came in at the same time every day and ordered the same thing without looking at the menu. I had taken the part-time position three weeks ago on Elias's recommendation, a cover that gave me a reason to be out of the apartment, a routine that looked normal, and a cash income that didn't connect to anything. The owner, a woman named Patrice who was in her sixties and had no patience for lateness or bad pourings, had asked me two questions at the interview. Could I stand for four hours and did I know how to make a flat white without being shown twice. I said yes to both and she hired me on the sp

I ask harry, "Do you have coffee at home?" "No, do you need some?" "Yeah , but it's almost midnight and all the stores are closed along with the restaurants. Never mind , i will heat water or something" "Well ,We can go to a place I know they're always open 24/7 and they have the best coffee. It is just around the corner so we can easily go without any hussle." "Really?" "Uh huh . Come, lets go" We sit in his car and go for a midnight coffee date

Chapter 26 EVA POINT OF VIEW The familiar scent of coffee fills my nose as I sit across from Sally my best friend at our favorite coffee shop,the one we always go to, and something just doesn't feel right today. Even though everything looks exactly the same, you know, the coffee smell that's always in the air, people talking and laughing all around us, and even that one super nice barista who never forgets to draw those cute little hearts in everyone's coffee foam I just can't shake this awful feeling in my chest. But I feel like I'm drowning

Lila The café is tucked into the corner of a brownstone lined street, half hidden under a faded green awning that reads Sparrow & Finch in tiny gold letters. It smells like cinnamon and roasted espresso the second I step inside warm and grounding. Like the kind of place you come to feel human again. Nick’s already there. He’s seated at a corner table, a mug between his hands, scrolling something on his phone. He looks up just as I walk in, and that same crooked smile breaks across his face unpracticed, unpolished, real.

Just like that, a life that has never been peaceful always exists here. EGaTo is a luxurious cafe, imbued with European and American architecture, a young girl is sitting sipping a cup of fragrant new-style coffee, flanked by two rows of bodyguards who are always armed with guns. , looking very fierce, rogue, ready to shoot to kill any suspicious person.