The Savior's Book Cafe Novels & Stories

So they ended up at coffee 24, the only coffee place that open twenty four hours –It was on their name for God's sake and they sell best coffee –so she's been told. "Good evening, what can I help you today?" said the cashier guy, giving them his best smile. "Black coffee for me and—" Saga paused, looking at her. "Tea please, I hate coffee." She replied shrugging, "No offense." She said again, smiling sheepishly at the cashier guy when she realize what she said. "So," Saga started when they took a seat. "why four sexy boy band?" "Why onion rings?" she asked back. "I asked you first." He gave her a pointed look, "And it's O'lion rings,"

First of all, I want to thank each and every reader of this book from the bottom of my heart for your love and support to this story. As pointed out in the last chapter that it is not the end but the start of their story so for the upcoming chapters you can consider the title as "Caged: In the love of my saviour" Earlier I was splitting the story into two books but now I have decided to continue it in this book only as the second part is not going to be so long.

Jenny was focused on trying to grab the slipping pieces of her beloved café. By 12pm they’d shut the doors and began discussing how best to save the café. Jasmine had some wonderful ideas that included someone of the upcoming book launches. She thought in stead of catering for them why didn’t they make the café into a place where the books could be launched. Jenny loved the idea. They could advertise upcoming books, have new releases on the shelves that just contained old magazines and newspapers.

Yes, Evelyn has opened her cafe just like the one she had dreamed of. This wasn't just any cafe, rather it was a dream cafe for readers with a built-in library and comfy couches. She couldn't have done it alone. Axel wanted to help her but she didn't want to use his money. She wanted to stand on her own two feet. Knowing she won't agree. He took her with him to a business party where he explained her idea to the restaurant and cafe owners of big companies and a few days later she got an investor after that everything happened one after another and within a couple of months, the cafe became famous among the book and coffee lovers.

About… us? I forced the thoughts down. I couldn’t let myself drown in that spiral again. So today, I decided to go out. Clear my head. The little bookstore in town had always been my safe place. Quiet. Steady. Somewhere I could hide inside stories that weren’t mine. I asked the café manager for a break, and he didn’t hesitate. Lately, he’s been unusually kind, he raised my pay, cut down my shifts. I know better than to think it’s out of the goodness of his heart. No. I can practically see Christian’s fingerprints all over it. He probably threatened him.

A sign above the door read: ‘The Prism Society – A Book Community for All Identities.’ I blinked. “Kael…what is this place?” He looked at me then, and for a second his mouth curved into something softer than a smile. “You’ll see.” “Don't forget the purpose of our visit,” I said, my voice firm as I got out of the car. He didn't say anything, he just led me into the building. Inside, warmth wrapped around me immediately. Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere.

"It’s getting late. One last stop." She glanced at him. "Another surprise?" His lips curved. "You’ll like this one even more." "Don't tell me you aare going to take me in a bar?" she asked while raising her eyebrows. "So you do like to drink?" Darius smirked and tease her. "Of course not. I won’t drink," she huffed, crossing her arms in mock offense. Darius chuckled under his breath. "Good. Neither will I. Come on." Instead of dragging her straight to the parking lot, he gestured toward the back of the bookstore where a small, hidden café was tucked away behind a row of towering bookshelves. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, cozy and welcoming.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

“‘You sound distracted, Thea… Is everything okay? If you need something, just ask Giorgio, the butler... Or Franca, the cook. They’ll take care of you until I get back home.’” “I’m fine. I was just thinking of something I had finished reading.” “‘About what?’” “About choices… About life…” He gave a soft chuckle of laughter. “‘Light reading, I see…’” It was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah… It’s one of those silly motivational books… A pocket version that I keep in my bag. As you can see, I’m not the glossy magazine type of reader.” “‘No, you’re not… Would you like to share?’” Damiano asked tenderly.