Onyx Coffee House Novels & Stories

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.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 I arrived at the location where I was supposed to meet Ox and Pierre. The Onyx Room A private, soundproof lounge wrapped in black marble and silence. The kind of place where secrets are born and people disappear. This is where I carry out most of my demonic work… where I meet my clients. And when I say clients, I mean the kind of people who pay to see someone die. If it isn't about killing someone, then I'm not interested in that shit.

But Deimon's calming presence, a constant reminder of their bond, held him back. Frustration mounted within Onyx. He couldn't act on his primal urges. So, with a defeated sigh (well, as close to a sigh as a wolfdog could manage), he slunk back inside, seeking solace in his bed. There, he discovered a half-empty bottle of spilled beer – a casualty of Deimon's emotional turmoil. Onyx, ever resourceful, decided to drown his own frustrations in the same way. Lapping up the spilled beer, he indulged in a very un-wolfdog-like activity – getting drunk.

I swallowed down the acid burn of guilt and pushed away from the pillar. The Grindhouse sat at the corner of 12th and Cedar, its battered navy awning flapping in the early breeze. Inside, the smell of espresso mingled with bleach and stale muffins. Fluorescent bulbs buzzed overhead. I slid into a cracked vinyl booth, slamming two steaming cups of black coffee onto the table. Jonah arrived five minutes later, his dark curls damp from the mist outside, press badge tucked into his denim jacket. He dropped into the seat across from me, eyes sharp despite the bags under them.

Liana was compelled to obey the Beta lady for her brother’s sake, leaving me alone in this world. I kept waiting for the coffee to burn my face, but nothing happened for half a day. Then suddenly, the strong scent of patchouli rejuvenated my half-dead soul. Onyx woke up from her deep slumber at the spot and howled happily. “Mate!”

Something serious had happened. Soon, the TinXi came to a stop in front of La'Oceanies, a vintage café bathed in warm, yellow-toned lighting, with decorations cascading gracefully down the walls. Kingsley pressed the switch on the tinted glass door, and a soft tinkling bell chimed in greeting as the door slid open. The moment it did, a lively chorus of laughter and chatter spilled into the street, enveloping them in the café's vibrant atmosphere Miracle settled into a seat three tables away from the Watsons, shaking her head when a waiter in a brown vest approached to take her order. Her focus remained fixed on the Watsons as she did whatever she could to eavesdrop on their conversation whil

Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

Ophelia curtly said her eyes narrowed. "All right, I'll have a glass of water," Onyx said, and Ophelia sighed as she let go of the door. Onyx's eyes were drawn to the contents of the little apartment as she walked to the kitchen. The design in the living area was simple and modest. The kitchen and small dining table were on the left, and the two doors on the other side, which he assumed were the bedrooms. Onyx's eyes lit up as he sat on the couch and Ophelia returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

what would I be? I would be a burden, I told myself. I tossed the phone back onto the seat, started the engine, and drove off. The Onyx Room was dark, loud, and expensive. It was the kind of members-only club where captains of industry went to hide in plain sight, where the lighting was kept deliberately low so no one could see who was drinking with whom. It was perfect. I sat at the bar, the thumping bass of the house music vibrating through the stool and into my spine. "Double Grey Goose. Neat," I told the bartender, a man in a black vest who looked like he had seen everything twice.