Sweet Cheeks Soul Cafe Novels & Stories

Nyla The cafeteria was buzzing with the usual Monday chaos — students laughing, trays clattering, and the smell of fries and coffee filling the air. Susie and I had managed to snag our favorite corner table by the window, the one with the good view of the courtyard that we always fought other people for on busy days. I was halfway through my sandwich when I pulled out my phone, my thumb hovering over Ezekiel’s profile. “I think it’s time I follow him back,” I said, still chewing.

“I was just heading down the road a little way to find some coffee to wake up myself. There has to be a place somewhere. It seems there is a chain coffee shop on every corner in the city, but not here." Her feet slid back to put space between her and the man as Juliet nodded to the side to point in the direction they had both been heading. “There is a little cafe down the way that serves a mean cup, Sophia's Sweets. It is not too far from here, and when you can taste the sugar in the air, you will know you’re close.” The two smiled at her joke as he looked down the road to where she had gestured. It felt wrong to offer, but out of politeness, her next words came out anyway. “I am heading the

He bought this book. At the other corner of that street, he saw a café. Different desserts showcased outside at the counter, he can see them through the glass walls. He went inside the café, pushing through the glass door. The entire café smelled like caramels were melting everywhere. He went straight to the counter, looking at the long menu. Scanning every dish, from peanut butter cookie lush, cheesecake trifle, Oreo-chocolate mousse pie, black forest skillet brownie, S’mores Lasagna to cinnamon apple pancakes with vanilla maple syrup and more, also a variety of coffee like latte, espresso, mocha, Americano and also vanilla bean latte, caramel apple macchiato etc. made the list even long. H

From the soft music playing over the speakers to the end of the cafe was a shelf full of books, Café Sugar was a colourful place with the booths matching the red flooring and the designs of red and white blotches on the walls. A waitress came up to take our orders and her jaw dropped. “No freaking way! Caden Booker?!” She squealed. “Oh my God, it's my first time meeting you…” I interrupted her with a sigh. “I'd prefer it if you take our orders and not fondle over my fiance.” Her cheeks heated and she nodded softly. “I'm sorry about that, Mr. Asher.” While taking a sip of water, I shot a glare at Mark to order after I ordered a cup of cappuccino and strawberry-flavoured chocolate for Caden.

Akisha was not here so there is no objection hihihi. They were all done with their dessert while I had less than half the food. "Hey, I need to go now. I don't eat and run Trav ha!" Coleen laughed. It's just Travis and me. "How about me? Will you leave me? I will just be with you!" I shouted at Coleen. Even before Coleen could hear me she was already down the stairs of the cafe. I was about to put away my belongings and let my companion know when he suddenly spoke.

He gave my hips a final squeeze and left me on the kitchen island, breathless, flustered, and wondering what the hell I had just gotten myself into. FLORESCENT LIGHT bulbs glimmered and lit up the café. Couches and Sofas were arranged and placed around round topped tables, throw pillows were neatly arranged on the chairs, and blankets were neatly folded on the arms of the chairs. Fragile looking white lilies were placed in water jars as a form of decoration for the tables. Café Monaco, with it's big space, great settings, wonderful customer service, and mind numbingly delicious pastry, was the hottest spot in Manhattan. It sat in the heart of Manhattan, and was owned by a French couple.

Cleo didn't want to look over her shoulder to confirm what she just imagined, instead she tugged Slidell on his sleeve to the entrance of the café. "I'll buy a cake for him, he's sick." The smell of freshly squeeze tangerine hit both their nostrils as they were greeted by the waitresses of the café. She noticed the guys sitting near the counter, a couple sitting on the large sofa and two boys sitting on a wooden chair, they have a laptop opened waiting for their website to load while talking loudly of who's gonna be who. "Hey hun, what's that tangerine smell? It's so sweet."

“Who needs real food when you can have pie?” I felt like I’d just met Cat forty years from now. “I’m pretty sure my best friend has said those exact words.” “Your best friend is a smart girl. Now, I don’t know how you operate, but I like to start my meals dessert first.” I followed her through the smattering of brightly colored tables inside the Kaleidoscope Café. She settled on a seat facing the window—with a slivered view of the river. In the back of my mind, I recalled another soon-to-be restaurant with an amazing panorama of that same river.

Scarlett changed her plan and instead of going to her bungalow she ordered her driver to take a U - turn towards the most expensive restaurant. "Hey! May I know where we are going?", Abeer asked, confused. "We are going for our surprise candle light dinner Mr. Handsome.", Scarlett giggled. "I really doubt your age now. Are you really a kid? I mean you don't act like one.", Abeer questioned looking at her. "I know I am special Mr. Handsome. You don't have to tell me.", Scarlett whispered and they both started laughing together. **** "Boss, you can't do this. I mean Neil Sir is not a good option for the next Mafia King. And everyone knows that clearly.", Liam said to Mr. Malhotra.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time