Novel Point Coffee Novels & Stories

I helped him survive so I hope that gives me a pass! ~Ava Lynn~ ~2:20p.m.~ It's, unfortunately, time for my shift. Oh, I work at a local coffee shop in town, it's called Newts Coffee the guy who owns it's last name is Newt. It's been like passed down for generations or something like that. I'm not looking forward to going into work, but when life gives you lemons… you make lemonade. ~3:10p.m.~

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.

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.

CHAPTER 144—What's Her Problem This Time? Nishane's Point of View "GOOD morning. May I take your order, Ma'am." Mirae's voice was lively when I heard her take the first order this morning at the coffee shop. We opened a little past noon but as always, there were many customers waiting outside for us to open. "Can I have two slices of Tiramisu and two Iced Americano for dine in," answered the female customer. It looks beautiful and sophisticated.

-SIENNA- Fiddling with my cappuccino, I waited for my fake fiancée to arrive. We spoke briefly on the phone yesterday and arranged to meet after work at my favorite coffee shop near my apartment. The cozy place, decorated with green walls and white furniture, serves the best coffee in the area. But my favorite part is the small garden in the back with the tables arranged around a small fountain. The smell of the flowers combined with the smell of coffee makes everything better. It's like a hidden oasis in the middle of Manhattan. Choosing to meet in one of my safe places was a strategic decision to give me more strength when the nerves fluttered in my stomach.

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"

May as well live through the characters in the books. After a couple hours of reading. I get up throw on a simple matching brown sweat set. Grab my bag, hitting the kitchen up for a plain muffin and apple for breakfast. Setting off, for my first day. I hit up the local Coffeehouse ‘Glazes Coffee Co’. Out of the 17 coffee shops on campus this one was hands down my favourite. Tucked behind the Psychology building. It’s perfect, playing the same music I have coursing through my AirPods with the best atmosphere for studying and catching up and don’t get my started on their ham and cheese croissant it’s heaven in a box, literally. I would marry it, if I could.

“Give me one ice Americano please. The regular one.” “That would be $5 sir.” Neil gave his card. The employee swiped the card and gave it back to him. “Please sit first, sir. We will serve your coffee once it ready.” “Alright~” He put his card back to his wallet and took a seat. It’s already 11pm in the evening. Inside a coffee shop that opens 24 hours, there are few customers around. Neil looked around and sighed.

JENNA The first thing I notice is the coffee. Not that there is coffee — there is always coffee in the Vale Industries break room on the twenty-eighth floor, a machine that produces something adequately drinkable that my team has been supplementing with beans from a place two blocks away because Priya has standards she refuses to compromise even on a client site. What I notice, on Wednesday morning of our second week, is that there is a cup already on my workstation when I arrive. Not from the break room machine. From the good place two blocks away. My order — oat milk, one sugar, the medium roast — in a cup with my name written on it in handwriting that is not Priya's and not Marcus's and i

Nod nod. "I'd love a cup of tea. Do you want to come with me?" Oh. My. God. "Y-yes. That would be really nice." Great. She sounded like a robot. "There's a Coffee Central near the lobby. They do hot and cold beverages. And muffins. And smoothies. And pastries sometimes, and I'm not being paid to advertise them or anything." "Perfect." Poppy slipped her arm through Cole's, and they made their way downstairs, stepping into this new reality where Poppy Carrie touched her as she might a friend, quietly dissolving what was left of Cole's brain.