Sweet Cheeks Soul Cafe Novels & Stories

He laid me on my back down on the couch, he went on top of the lifted my sweater as he tossed it on the floor. He moved down to my neck as he began to suck, he kept sucking harder each time, he went to my earlobe sending a shiver down my body when he whispered “ready to scream my name?” he smirked. I felt that I was about to faint, he moved down to my breast as he kept kissing and sucking every inch until he reached one of my breasts.

Whatever the case, Louis might find his soul match at this gathering, and I want to be his bridesmaid. I was on my way to the PARK Café, which is named by an acronym for the four heroes who defend our pack. It was indeed a tranquil and peaceful cafe with vintage decorations inside. Every table maintains a safe distance to offer a sense of privacy. The aromatherapy candles on the tables added to the elegance of the cafe even more. This cafe gives soothing, enchanting vibes. I pushed the door open and walked to my usual seat, but someone was already sitting there. He probably sensed my gaze, turned around, and asked me, "Am I in your usual seat?"

I stopped drinking and partying excessively and dated a few times; until, eventually, the pain became a dull ache. That was the moment that Chelsea and I became more than stepdaughter and stepmother. She was my friend and the mother I always wanted. I never told her that the man who had broken my heart was Micah, and she never asked. Pulling my thoughts away from the past, I rise when the bus makes a stop next to the shops near Central Park. It’s after six o’clock, and the sun is going down when I get to one of my closest friends’ shop. Maleah and Sage both own a small dessert shop near downtown Manhattan called Sweet Perfect. Maleah is a baker, and Sage is the one that takes care of promoti

I focused on his features. He had a pair of hazel eyes, medium-length brown hair, and a sharp squared jaw-line. Luna didn't lie about the good-looking student. "I know that I'm handsome but staring isn't nice Lav." He chuckled. I forgot to mention his British accent. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Are you the owner of the café near the school?" He asked. "Uh…Yeah, it's called Sweetbrew," I answered, confused by his sudden question. "I passed by yesterday and asked a guy named Timothy about the job offer, but he said that the owner didn't want young boys." He said, quoting with his fingers on young boys.

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

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

"The place is at Casino xx. You must meet a man named Sweet Blossom, alias SB, there." Adele handed a black business card in front of Steve and Jasmine. Steve took the business card and looked at it carefully. There was no address or phone number written on it. There is no information on the business card except for the initials SB written on the front. "This business card glows in the dark. You'll see the address if you look at the card in low light." Hearing Adele's explanation, Steve covered the card with his palm, and a neon green ink text appeared, showing SB's address.

Tessa’s POV I sit quietly at a counter seat near the front of the 24-hour cafe, sipping the disgusting coffee and barely edible omelette while I scroll through the burner phone to catch up on the news. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as people queue up in a line to enter the store across the street. They all seem very excited and happy to be there. The window of the store has the silhouette of a wolf wearing a pointy witch's hat. Above the image, in curly purple and white lettering, are the words ‘Pâtisseries de’ and below it are ‘Loup Magique’ meaning ‘Magic Wolf Pastries’. I roll my eyes at blatant call out to the owners of the little bakery. The lights in the front of the store turn

“Just a little.” Inside, the café was warm and golden, with sunlight streaming through wide windows and glinting off polished wooden tables. The air carried the scents of cinnamon, espresso, and fresh pastries. The chalkboard menu announced Sugar Pie Special but Today Only! in looping cursive. I tugged my oversized sunglasses lower on my nose and adjusted the scarf around my hair. It wasn’t much of a disguise, but it usually worked well enough to avoid attention. Today, I needed anonymity more than ever.