Second Wave Coffee & Books Novels & Stories

asked Nancy, in a very fake sad voice. At half-past seven, Mrs Smith and Emma went for the grand opening of their neighbour's bookstore. Emma wore a causal t-shirt on her jeans along with her thick jacket and shoes. It was huge compared to the other bookstores in Roseville. This bookstore was a rectangular building with huge glass windows on either side of the wooden door. Their neighbour, Mr Walter, a tall but very lean man, welcomed them inside and guided them. The ground floor was devoted to the children's section and fiction. A small wooden table and a chair were also kept close to the door. Mr Walter told them that it was reserved for a special guest. The first floor was devoted to non

Epilogue: Two Years Later POV: Noah The café was quiet, a hidden gem tucked away on a cobblestone side street in the heart of the Marais. The air inside was a rich blend of dark roast coffee, steamed milk, and the buttery, sweet scent of freshly baked brioche that seemed to seep from the very walls. Outside, a soft, persistent rain misted the windowpanes, blurring the world into a watercolor painting of grey stone and muted green awnings. The morning was slow, warm, and profoundly human. It was a world away from the gleaming, high-stakes pressure of their lives.

"One macchiato and one chocolate mousse cake, please." After paying for her order, she went to the shelves to find a good book to read as she decided to stay in the café for hours. The smell of the classic, high-quality books lingered in her nostrils. It always gave her a feeling of comfort and home. Any bookworm and geek could relate to what she felt. It was a priceless feeling that she could never trade for any other material thing in the world.

39 I drink coffee until it makes my heart beat too fast. The refills are free and the waitress doesn’t talk to me like I’m a kid. This is why I stay, I guess. The way it feels like I’m okay to be here. The way it feels safe. The seats around me fill up with singles and duos. Laptops and notebooks. Actual books, too. I don’t have anything to occupy my hands or my eyes except the cup in front of me. I test out white sugar versus brown sugar. Sweetener. Sweetener and white sugar. Sweetener and brown. Cup by cup. I don’t look at the people around me. Something about them seems too real. The things they’re frowning at, mouthing at, even as they sit alone and type stuff or write stuff or make thei

I run down the stairs before taking a look around. I shudder in revulsion before running out of the house. Today I'll only be working at the cafe. It's a cute cafe. They mostly sell coffee and pastries but there's a section for books. There are books you can even borrow to read. It was honestly so beautiful,homey and cozy. I fell in love with it at first sight. I entered the cafe to see people already there. I hurried to the backroom to get ready for my shift and deposit my things. I saw my co-worker there.

I grab the coffee beans and start the process of making a double mocha americano coffee. The earthy notes from the freshly ground coffee beans and the lazy undertones of caramel drifts into my nostrils and relaxes my nerves. Usually, I don’t need to drink a cup of coffee to enjoy the pleasant sensations it provides. As I whip up some cream, I start humming the song playing in the background and smile to myself. It’s a new beginning for Espresso Books. I’ve felt that way since my brother announced the previous owner sold off the building and business to some rich guy.

Raven’s Book Store Ava walked into the bookroom, exchanging pleasantries with the receptionist. "Hi, how are you today? I'm looking for Volume Two of 'The Ex-Husband Returns: A Second Chance At Love'. Is it available?" “Oh, Mrs. Ava, come with me.”The receptionist smiled and led her to the shelf. "Right here, Mrs.Ava. Enjoy your read!"

We tell each other almost everything. “We’re here,” Gelo said. He pointed his lips to the castle-like building, splashed with ivory-white paint. We’ve walked for hours and I haven’t seen this building before. “What is this place? I looked so medieval and aesthetic.” “A coffee shop.” “This is a coffee shop?” The coffee shop is the last thing I perceive this place as. It doesn’t look one until I saw different quotes about caffeine. “Yup,” Gelo said, pulling me inside. It wasn’t just a simple coffee shop. It’s a haven. A coffee shop and a bookstore. On the right side of the place, there were wooden chairs and stools where some people are either working, chatting, or reading books while they we

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.