Novel & Cerita The Pumpkin Spice Café Book Age Rating

Umm the usual. This book contains -Strong sexual themes. -Strong Language. -Dark themes as well. -Abusive relationship I do not support any wrong decisions made by the characters so please do not take any wrong advice from the story. Please do not read if you aren't comfortable with such themes. Do read, if you are definitely comfortable with such themes. Age Preference: If you are 15-35 years old this book would suit you. But hey! What's age gotta do with a wild imagination?

®All Rights Reserved. Diana Matthew ©Copyright 2024 Before you start reading this book... The content of this book is explicit, if you are underage and cannot handle such content. Please, Do Not Read This but, if you continue, you are agreeing to being exposed to content that is not suitable for people with immature mindset. If you see anything you do not like, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. Do not say I didn't warn you. 18+🔞

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Jasmine’s POV: The next day I began the day with high spirits I shower dress and head out to Starbucks for my pumpkin frappe and sticky bun my favorite. As soon as I walk in my eyes scan the room looking for a table I spot one in the far corner place my order and go sit down open up my laptop sign in to the Wi-Fi and start going through my emails two hundred and fourth five and about ninety percent of those are junk mail and spam I’m ten in when I hear my name called by the Barista I grab my order and sit back down and continue through my emails and enjoy my breakfast I hear the chime of the door look up and it’s her his little sister with I can only guess are her friends it’s about a ten of

This book includes the following: - Vulgar language - Violence - Sexual acts - Gore - Trigger words Please read with caution as this book is rated 18+ and must be read with caution. If you feel uneasy, please do not go on. You have been warned! This horror/thriller book has twists and turns; the main character is out to find the truth behind the events and will do anything to get to the bottom of it. Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world?

Synopsis Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only! This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 18. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity. "Childhood enemies make the most passionate lovers." "The problem is we can't stand each other and can't live without each other at the same time." "His dark eyes adored her sparkling face as if she was the shining star in his dark life."

If I was going to have dinner with Emilia and her grandfather tomorrow night, I should at least come prepared. "Janet," I called to my assistant through the intercom. "Clear my afternoon. I have an errand to run." Two hours later, I stood in Rainy Day Books, one of the city's oldest independent bookstores, staring in bewilderment at shelves of children's and young adult titles. The salesperson approached cautiously, eyeing my suit with the wary respect Seattle reserves for corporate types. "Can I help you find something?" "I need books," I said, then internally winced at the obvious statement. "For a nine-year-old girl. Smart, science-oriented, into puzzles and space."

She rolled her eyes, tossing her ponytail as she spotted him through the café’s glass door, his slumped figure trudging toward Lily’s. I yanked my baseball cap lower, adjusting my oversized sunglasses, and spun my chair so my back was to the entrance. The bookshop was cozy, all warm wood tables and shelves stuffed with colorful spines, the air thick with coffee and that musty smell of old books. A couple of customers flipped through novels nearby, and the espresso machine hissed in the background. I grabbed my cappuccino, the foam tickling my lip as I took a quick sip. “Not happening, babe,” I shot back, keeping my voice low.

We picked a table by the window, and before we could settle in, a chubby older lady in a floral-patterned shirt approached us. “Hi, welcome to Café Curzon! What can I get for you?” “Iced coffee,” I said. “Make that two,” Marco added. The lady smiled and shuffled away, leaving us in a brief silence. I sipped my water, glancing at him. “So… what’s this about? This isn’t about the company, is it?” His gaze flickered with amusement. “No, it’s not.” He leaned forward slightly. “I want to purchase some children’s books. Not for the company—this is personal.”

No one was up yet, classes hadn’t started, and I’m sure everyone was going to take every opportunity to sleep in while they had the chance. The café was called ‘The Grind.’ I snorted at the name. Not only did it represent ground coffee, but also grinding when studying. The coffee scent hit me and I practically melted. I ordered my usual, a dirty chai latte, and nestled into one of the overstuffed chairs. As soon as I opened the book, I was lost in the story. Even though I had read it before, I was still lost. The details, the characters, everything drew me in, and I couldn’t help but melt when the male main character flirted with the female main character.