Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

“It’s so beautiful. How wonderful it would be if I also had the time to get involved in the pack’s palace garden. One day, I will make the pack’s palace as beautiful as this.” I walked slowly, following the path to the center of the park where an old oak tree stood majestically, its branches forming a natural canopy. Beneath it, a group of Luna were gathered, sitting in a circle on a curved stone bench. Their laughter floated lightly in the air, adding warmth to the atmosphere despite the gentle breeze. Luna Meyra from the Glimmerhowl Pack spotted me first. Her wavy black hair fluttered gently as she waved. “Luna Lyara! We’re discussing the new coffee from the west. Want to join us?”

He offered, "Lana, have a taste. This is a famous coffee from the Avalon region." Lana couldn't refuse and could only join in the tasting. She commented, "Well, the coffee is clear and smooth, with a unique fragrance and a sweet aftertaste. This coffee is excellent." What Lana didn't mention was that there were very few of these coffee trees left today. Only a few remained in a small town in the southern part of Zanteles. Each tree was over a thousand years old, so drinking this coffee was like sipping cash. Upon hearing that, Xander looked at Lana with even more admiration. "Looks like you know a lot about coffee!"

I tried to reason with her. “ It's okay she replied he would get tired of you eventually, after the stunt you pulled I'm sure he wouldn't want to be holding a woman hostage that's not who he is” she said to me sounding like a woman infatuated with the image of a man she built in her head. As we got the the coffee shop down the street called Oscar's Oscar’s is small and unassuming. Its walls are dark timber paneling with big green–glass pendant lights hanging low over oversized chocolate leather lounges that have coloured scatter cushions all over them.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

I went to the kitchen first. I poured a cup. I stood at the counter and drank half of it, looking out the window at the garden. The morning was grey. The oak tree at the far end was doing what it did in the early morning, which was exist with the particular patience of something that had been standing in the same place for a very long time and had no intention of moving. I finished the coffee. I rinsed the cup. I walked to the sitting room. They were all there.

I cant help but say I’m tired and I’m sure Kate is too, she will just not admit it. Luckily we find a café nearby and in minutes, we are ordering our drinks. “ One Iced Americano and one black coffee.” I said as we took our seats, leaving the waitress to fill in. Kate stares at me for a long time, making me stare back. “What?” I asked, leaning in. “How long are you gonna drink black coffee?” “Whats wrong with black coffee?” Kate sighed before scrunching her nose as if disgusted. “Its so bitter! When will you realize that? And I have noticed all your colleagues drink black coffee too. Like what? Is it a lawyer thing? Or is it lawyer style for you guys? Do you guys think its cool?”

"I got you a gift, but if you don't like it, I won't be offended." Oak takes the package and grabs my hand, forcing me to sit next to him on the sofa. "I'm sure I'll love it." I watch as he frees the painting from the wrapping paper to reveal a beautiful watercolor of a stream running through a pretty forest in summer framed in an ornate gilt frame.

Cameron smiled as soon as she imagined herself in one of those tables where she could still see the world going back and forth while feeling the warm air caressing her face. “Please, can we have it here?” Ace nodded. “Of course. So, let me grab the coffees and choose a table.” Cameron nodded, taking the bags from his hands. Then, Diego went inside. There were no many people in the tables. Just three couples sharing a coffee, an old man reading his newspaper and a young lady further typing in her laptop. And on the sidewalk of the cafeteria, a couple of meters away from Cameron a gorgeous woman turning her back on her.

All I need right now is caffeine. I found a small coffee shop near Ocean Drive—a cute little place with palm trees painted on the windows and wooden tables painted with pastel blues and greens. I pushed open the door, inhaling that perfect blend of coffee and vanilla syrup. The barista took my order—a caramel latte with extra foam—and I waited, bouncing slightly on my toes.