Rumi Cafe Novels & Stories

"Alright. I don't think I've been there before." The bell rings. The bittersweet smell of coffee circulates the air the moment the two of us step inside the cafe. The cafe walls are painted blue except for one side that was painted with the night sky along with a full moon surrounded by the stars. Even the menu board above the cashier is decorated according to their set theme. It's making me feel ethereal. "So what do you recommend?" I ask him while reading the menu. "I recommend myself." I stop reading the menu board and snap my head in his direction, surprised at his sudden response and at the same time amused.

Taylor grinned again. "Stop thinking about pizza everywhere you go, Taylor." Ricky retorted again. This friend of him kinda pissed him off with his attitude of liking ramen and pizza from time to time. Like, pick a side, dude. "Okay okay. Anyway, let's go?" Adam stood up. The both of them followed suit. While walking towards the cafe, they chatted. "By the way, why was the cafe popular? Is it because of the food?" Ricky asked as his eyes darted around the hallway. In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal.

“Did something happen?” “We’ve arrived, ma’am,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of the cafe. Aria had never felt more grateful. She could kiss the man right now. Café Noir was a high‑end café with big glass windows, dark wood, greenery, and people in tailored coats pretending they weren’t watching each other over flat whites. Inside, a hostess greeted Victoria by name and led them to a small table by the window. “Your usual?” the hostess asked.

Huge windows decorated with complicated carvings of wolves, vines, stars, and moons. The café had a big sign. It was the silhouette of a black howling wolf with « Crossroad café » written with a bright yellow. She wondered what was the link between a wolf and a crossroads. The logo did not make sense to her. Old Al’ made a sound and she realized that she did not move, too engrossed by the beauty of the café. She joined them as the old man opened the door where a warm atmosphere welcomed them. Bianca got stuck again by the interior. It was everything that she liked. A rustic decoration with massive pieces of wood. A huge bar with an impressive range of drinks from coffee to strong alcohol.

SKYLA. It’s a few hours later and Dad, Ri, Liam, and I are in the human city, in a small coffee shop that is nestled away in the corner of the town on a quiet street. Country music is playing softly in the background and although it isn’t my type of music, I can’t deny that it makes me want to tap my foot along to it. Raihana has put a spell around us, so no one can hear what we are saying as we discuss the goings ons over hot drinks and a variety of desserts including cream cakes, donuts, and biscuits. A conversation which is completely the opposite of the warm ambience of the café.

"I suppose I'll have to work hard to prove I'm not just another troublemaker." "... Suit yourself," Maya muttered. She couldn't leave, as she had to maintain proper customer service. Romeleaned in slightly, maintaining a respectable distance. "Well, mysterious café defender, mind telling me your name?" "That..." "That's personal information!" Anya interjected, her face red. She inserted herself between them, causing Rome to step back. Maya noticed a flicker of disdain in his eyes but said nothing. "Personal information," Rome repeated, then smiled and sat in his chair. "Well, if you say so. I'd like to order a coffee, preferably a caramel-flavored cappuccino, thank you."

We turn around to find a man on his knees, holding a ring, and a female standing nearby, her palm over her mouth, stunned. This wasn’t an uncommon sight. This happens frequently here. This was the magic of this cafe. Bethany and Richard, a werewolf and a vampire, are the cafe's owners. They professed their feelings for each other here and wanted to construct a café where others might do the same. This café is ideal for first dates, proposals, or simply spending time with your loved one. This place symbolises love and compassion. It is for this reason that the cafe is called Expresso. To express your feelings alongside a cup of espresso.

I threw my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my sweatshirt, and lingerie for work, because I wasn't sure of when I was going to come back home after meeting up with Sally, then I dashed out of the house before anyone could notice. Last time I went to see Paul, he gave me a $100 bill. So this is what I was gonna use for my taxi stuff and other very basic needs. I took a taxi to Midnight Cafe, where I had to meet up with Sally. Midnight Cafe is a little coffee shop at Port Libra, Dallas, it's quite cozy, comfortable, almost feels like home, I mean anyone could go there cause their coffee is like super affordable and it tastes so great. Personally, I always have the espresso with extra milk and a l

I asked, savoring the sweet taste on my tongue. “Yes,” he replied, grinning. I could tell he was excited that I was pleased with his choices. Who wouldn't be pleased with such delicious pastries? “Mummy Joe has the best pastries in town.” Zara said, “Mummy who?” I asked, confused. “Mummy Joe. It's the name of the cafe.” he explained, “Interesting,” “You should try their pancakes. You'll fall in love with her,” Zara added. “I definitely will. There's enough time to try them all.”

But most of all, he loves sharing one of his favorite spots with her, this little cafe, where he gets to greet and meet friendly people when he visits. They take a seat at the same table he’s sat many times before. He finds out what she would like to eat and drink and then he places his same order this mornings. He notices Safira’s smile that could brighten up the dreariest of days. She sat across from him, she is gorgeous! She has the smoothest skin ever, it's the color of a hot cup of coffee! She looks good enough to drink! Her frame is piping hot too! She has a tiny waistline and hips and a plump butt that made it hard for me to focus. She is always well dressed and femininely groome