Onyx Coffee House Novels & Stories

To save money for a house, I had been living a frugal life with my boyfriend, Desmond Wood. When Desmond received a twenty-thousand-dollar bonus, he bought me a branded bag. I was delighted, but I felt that he did not need to spend so much on me. Hence, I brought the receipt and the bag to the shop for a refund. The shopkeeper told me that my bag was fake. However, the receipt was real.

Itzel, a twenty year old girl with a broken heart, sets out to change her life, but things really don't go as she has planned and leads her world to turn upside down. And amidst all this while protecting her secret, she starts falling for the person whom she has never thought of falling for, their house butler. **Cover photo has been taken from the internet**

She didn't plan to get married that night. She just planned to forget his name. One betrayal, one bar and one terrible decision later. Zara Calloway wakes up with a wedding ring on her finger and a stranger named Cael Ashford making coffee in her kitchen. She needs the marriage to survive her stepfather's grip on her inheritance. Cael agrees to stay immediately, his eyes tell that he has never been surprised a day in his life. He hasn't. Because Cael Ashford does not do accidents. He does not do drunken chapels or convenient timing or women who knock drinks onto his jacket. He does plans. Long ones. Quiet ones. The kind that takes two years to execute and requires a wife from the inside. Zara was always the plan. The problem is that plans do not laugh with sincerity. They do not stay up until 2AM talking about their dead mothers and dreams. They do not make a man forget, even briefly, what he came for. And they are definitely not supposed to start looking like the only thing worth keeping. Some marriages are weapons. Some weapons miss their target and hit something worse: the truth.

After catching her doctor boyfriend cheating on her, nurse Irene Nagel swears off men in white coats for good. Disillusioned and burned out, she packs up her scrubs and broken heart, trading the drama and bad memories for a quiet new hospital across the country. Determined to stay single and start fresh, Irene is ready to focus on what matters: her career, her sanity, and a life that doesn’t revolve around arrogant, narcissistic doctors. Enter Dr. Brenden Warren: brilliant, brooding, and infuriatingly smug. From the moment they clash in the hallway, Irene’s blood pressure spikes for all the wrong reasons. But behind Brenden’s gruff exterior lies a man who truly cares and challenges her in ways she never expected. As long shifts bleed into surprise dates and drink with friends, the hostility gives way to undeniable chemistry. Irene begins to question everything she thought she knew about love, trust—and doctors. In a world of emergencies, friendships are forged over coffee, Irene just might discover that some second chances come disguised in scrubs… and one page can summon the love she never thought she would have.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

With the SATs coming up, I hired a top student from a poor family to tutor me. However, he insisted on bringing his childhood friend along to every session. I turned him down politely, and he did not push it any further. Still, on the day his childhood friend left my house, she was hit by a car. After that, she dropped out of school and got married. Life went on. He kept tutoring me. We both got into the same university, grew close, fell in love, got married, and had a child. Everything seemed perfect. Until one night, during a business dinner, he heard that his childhood friend was being abused by her husband. That was when everything fell apart. He locked me inside our home while I was heavily pregnant, then tortured me to death. "If you hadn't gotten her hurt back then, why would she have rushed into marriage and ended up being abused? "This is what you owe her!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day he brought her to my house for tutoring. This time, I would not spend a single cent on that psycho.

Ari expected another quiet summer at her family’s beach house—long days of swimming, lazy nights by the fire, and harmless chaos with her brother. But when the boy's next door returns—steady and guarded, wild and unpredictable—everything shifts. A story of reckless nights, hidden glances, and a love that refuses to stay buried—Where the Summer Wind Blows will sweep you into a summer you won’t forget.

I try seducing my fiance, Vernon Floyd, 999 times. But even when I'm shirtless, his only concern is whether I'm cold. I assume that Vernon is a traditional guy, who wants to do it until we're married. But on the day of our anniversary, I discover that he has secretly booked a hotel famous for couples' getaways in the city. That night, I arrive at the VIP suite full of hope. In the end, all I see is Vernon and his childhood sweetheart passionately kissing each other as the crowd cheers. I wait outside the VIP suite for a long time. Finally, I understand that he doesn't love me. After leaving the hotel, I call my family. "Dad, I don't want to marry Vernon anymore. I want to marry Dylan instead!" Dad spits out his coffee and says, "Avril, Mr. Walker got into a car accident a few years ago. I heard that he's impotent. If you marry him, you won't have any children!" By then, I am already disheartened. "It doesn't matter whether I have children or not."

'No matter what, No matter the time, No matter the place, No matter the century, No matter what's to come, I. will always. CHOOSE. YOU'. Everyone saw her as crazy..... But he saw her as nothing less than perfection. ................... "Why?" was the only thing he said. Confused I asked "Why what?" "Why do you always do this to yourself?" the tone in which he spoke almost seemed like he was heartbroken about something. "Do what?" I dared to ask, although I knew already within me I wouldn't like his response. "Conceal your worth" ....................... If you like this small insight of the story then please read on. The only thing I can guarantee you in this story is that it will definitely have an happy ending although for the two characters Rica and Dili to achieve that, they would have too pass through many difficult obstacles on their way to happiness. And trust me this isn't your normal Teenage story that is filled with rainbows and sunshine, there are a lot of gloomy days. If you don't mind that then please by all means do read on. .................. NOTE: This is a pure work of fiction. An original story by me. Buy me coffee? https://ko-fi.com/missrina

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.