Second Wave Coffee & Books Novels & Stories

Maggie asked again. “I have two branches of this coffee shop,” he answered. ‘One is inside a mall, one is near a university. And I have other businesses, just small and modest ones like this café.” “Small and modest?” Maggie looked around the area. “This is one of the classiest and prettiest coffee shops I’ve been. I want to wake up here every morning. Coffee is of course one of the greatest smells in the world.” “I concur,” Misha agreed. “Thank you,” Soren said, glancing at her and smiling. She only agreed with Maggie’s observation but Soren seemed to appreciate her opinion more. Misha thought Maggie would ask Soren to elaborate on his other businesses but Maggie had other, more pertinent t

I just don't want to go home. After putting all my books in the locker, I walked straight out of the campus. Since I didn't enjoy my coffee this morning, I want to grab some and enjoy my spare time alone. The Gelato Coffee shop is the only coffee shop I buy my coffee most of the time. They have my favorite coffee flavors and the ambiance of the shop is too good to relax. They also have a mini library where I can read some fictional novels and love stories. This place is one of the best that's why I love going here.

Steamy Beanery was a coffee shop that had obviously seen better days, with oil smudges on their glass windows and the wallpaper slightly peeling at the edges. But there was a heady scent of caffeine in the air, along with the faint smell of fresh bread that put Amelia’s mind at ease.

I tell her and drive off in my sweet silver panamera. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Okay so like in my defense I didn’t stop at a coffee shop. I eye the cup of creamy coffee goodness in my left hand as I walk down the bookstore aisle. How was I supposed to know that the new bookstore across my street would be selling coffee too? It’s a temptation that I couldn't just ignore. I bought a medium size to make myself feel less guilty but…argh…whatever.

My head snaps up. Her fingers twitch. My heart slams violently against my ribs as her eyelids flutter. And when she finally opens her eyes… I’m the first thing she sees. The memory fades, leaving behind a dull ache in my chest. Beta Corey’s words echo in my mind—We will seek answers from the Alpha King—as I turn and leave the room. I don’t trust myself to stay any longer. Not with the way my wolf keeps pulling me back toward the bed. Not with the way my heart feels like it’s cracking open all over again.

The main street was lined with brick buildings and local shops, American flags hanging from lampposts, a town square with a gazebo. Miles parked in front of a bookstore café called "Between the Lines," and I looked at him questioningly. "Best coffee in the state, and don't argue with me," he said. "I wasn't even planning to," I replied, smiling. "And they have a fireplace. I thought we could warm up, caffeinate, and then maybe browse the bookstore if you're interested?" "That sounds perfect."

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

My life peaked at free Wi-Fi and half-off banana bread. It's 10:47 PM, my socks are wet inside my sneakers, and my back is doing this fun thing where it spasms every time I breathe too hard. Welcome to the glamorous existence of Hadley Russell: coffee-slinging, book-shelving, twenty-something years old disaster with a chronic caffeine addiction and the emotional range of a half-squished goldfish cracker. "Double whip, half-caff, soy latte with a pump of organic lavender and three ice cubes." The customer blinks at me expectantly, as if she didn't just order a beverage that sounds like it belongs in a fairy tale written by a yoga instructor.

Susan's POV The clouds are getting darker than I expected. It wasn't like this when I first walked in. I had to shut the windows to stop the breeze from penetrating my room. It's just a matter of time before it starts raining heavily. Should that happen, it might ruin my chances of going home first thing in the morning. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I lost sleep trying to cope with the chaos in my life. My life is starting to look like a movie. If it were on N*****x, it'd be the most-streamed series ever recorded in history.

CHAPTER 12 SOPHIA Lucas had picked a quaint càfe nestled between two charming bookstores on a peaceful street. Inside,the gentle hum of soft jazz floated through the air,blending perfectly with the coffee cups and the occasional flips of book pages from the bookstore. It wasn't loud or crowded. It was intentional,calm and reflective. The kind of place that listened more than it spoke. I arrived at the cafe early just like my usual self–punctual, cautious and intentional. Subconsciously,my hand danced around the rim of the mug of coffee in my hands,my eyes flickering to the doors every few seconds.