Sweet Cheeks Soul Cafe Novels & Stories

MAXINE I stopped in front of the cafe and read the sign. It was Howl's Cafe. I had managed to get a hold of Mark and convinced him to see me. It had taken a lot to make him come here today. I hoped he was here. As I pushed the door open and walked in, the scent of cinnamon and roasted beans filled my lungs. The bell at the top of the door rang, signaling my entry. My eyes scanned the small crowd in the interior and landed on Mark who was hunched over a steaming mug of coffee. I walked over to him and slid into the worn leather booth across from him.

In my mind I was fighting over a thousand thoughts. My eyes scanned around the place as I walked in. Bright walked to some corner place and took a seat as his eyes lingered on mine. I smiled at him looking at my surroundings. The floor was wood as well as the walls and tables. There were glass racks beautifully designed and on them there were colorful sweets and desserts. Most of all there was a fresh aroma lingering in the place which smelt like fresh cookies and cream. I walked around the counter place reaching to the back of the café, and opened the door which said 'staff only'. Just as the door opened a strong freshly baked pastry smell hit my nose. It was so mouthwatering.

He whispers while giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Sweetheart I have your smoothie if you want it." I hear Tristan say. Letting out a squeal I make grabby hands at him. Chuckling he hands me my drink. We make our way to the hallway where our lockers are noticing that everyone is here and all the girls have some kind of fast food drink. Rachel has Starbucks, Courtney has a McDonald's shake and Mia has a Burger King shake. I wiggle around in Tysons arms immediately asking to be put down. He complies easily giving my butt a squeeze.

I asked with gritted teeth. "You have to pay me four million dollars for this information." His lips curled up in a smile. "I have no such money to give you!" I barked and luckily we were the only ones in the café so no eyes stared at us. Dave ran his hands across his hair and got up with a smile. "Then I take it that you are not interested." He flashed me a smile and I looked at him begrudgingly. "You know how to reach me if you want it." He chuckled as he left the café.

He handed me some kind of black booklet, which I assumed was the menu. I accepted it quietly and opened it to look at it as I saw the name of the cafe on its cover. It says "Solace," which was written in cursive font with the color white. I immediately opened it and scanned all the foods that were inside while deciding on what to choose. After contemplating for a few minutes, I had already settled myself for a simple meal, so I raised my head to look at him. He immediately understood that I had already chosen something, so he grabbed a tablet which was placed on the side before looking at me.

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.

, “Forget me, and live, my beloved. I wish all the best for you.” There is laughter coming from the guest room. Gathering cheerfully at ten o'clock in the morning like that, Uncle Thanh must have recruited a new spry receptionist. - Once upon a time, at the beginning of time, this heirloom clinic had a very knowledgeable name, “Tam Huu Linh Te” (means Soulmate). - As usual, the story is being told by Rich, a small employee of the insurance company next door whose father is the general manager.

Britney laughed and said, "She's an adult now. If she wants to drink, let her. It's better that she tries it with us instead of ending up overdoing it outside. We can also see how much she can tolerate." I flipped through the menu for drinks and scanned the options. There were some low-alcohol cocktails, so I agreed. Britney leaned over to take a look and ordered three bottles of stronger liquor instead. Smiling, she said, "We're here to have fun, so we might as well go all in. And didn't we say we'd test her tolerance? Those light drinks won't do. I mean, I wouldn't even get tipsy." I frowned, hesitating for a moment, but ended up going along with her. Once the drinks were delivered to our

He wiped my tears and rubbed my arm in a friendly manner. We said goodbye to Archie, he didn't see me cry, thanks to Nate. We walk around town aimlessly, he showed me all the shops, the movie theater, the park, and eventually rest our feet at a small cake shop owned by a lovely little old lady. I was loving the shop name already. "Sweets." I smiled widely at Nate making him laughed. "You're so going to be a diabetic with your sweets craving. Come let's see what will tickle your senses here. My brother said they have the best cake and the lady can make really realistic looking ones." He took my hand as we walk to the counter to pick a cake.