Bookcafe Stories

In a city that never truly paused - where the nights buzzed as loud as the days, and dreams rose and fell with the tides of traffic - two souls were quietly drifting. One, weighed down by responsibility, chasing a future mapped out in numbers and silent sacrifices. The other, carried by the winds of whimsy, chasing nothing and everything at once, with dreams stitched together in bursts of color and curiosity. Delhi was a place of endless stories, and most passed by unnoticed - faces in the crowd, names lost to time. But sometimes, in a corner of a busy street, across a park that held a thousand whispered promises, fate wove two wandering lives together - awkwardly, unexpectedly, beautifully. It started with a café, a mess of papers, a bubblegum smile, and a meeting neither of them were looking for. It started, as most extraordinary things do, with something ordinary. This is their story - of love stitched in clumsy laughter, tested by restless city days, and bound together by something as fragile and fierce as hope.

Stephanie Aster doesn't know that one event from her life 6 years ago will be related to her interest on Joshua Sullivan. Joshua Sullivan doesn't know that the death of his ex girlfriend 2 years ago is related to the girl he's interested in now, Stephanie Aster. What would happen when the secrets revealed? Will Joshua keeps the secret to himself? Will Stephanie be able to accept the truth? "I saw it, Josh. I saw it with my own eyes. You lied. You... you used me. You knew it from the start. Is it fun seeing how you fooled me?" Her voice cracks every time she talks.

*** The Universe is not made of Atoms. It is made of tiny Stories. *** "Minutes...Hours...Days...Weeks...Months...So many ways to count the time. Yet, All it took me to decide to hold your hands were Seconds. Despite my hate for dramas; how much I loathe changes and fear that controlled me; despite it all. Of all the choices I had, I went with micro seconds ...Just that much... Why did you have to choose the opposite? Why did you have to loosen your hands?" ***

[💜] Closed ser•en•dip•i•ty /ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n) the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. --- *Only for BTS related books* Welcome to Serendipity Book Cafè | Promotion Book! A promotion book for all kinds of BTS-related books. You can discover new books that range from fanfictions, one-shots, short stories, graphic/bio/theme/review shops, communities, clubs, and awards shows. Serendipity book cafe is a promotion book where I will be promoting your books. I made this to help people gain new readers and to give their books more publicity. You'll be able to gain more readers, votes, comments, and followers. If these are what you're looking for then hop in! Made by @ami_kooks/@ami_gguk (Republished on this account, used to be on my main @ami_gguk.) --- Cover and banners made by me. --- Started (on main): 08/15/21 Started (on here): 11/22/21 Closed: ~~~

Short Namjin love story based on Tokyo by RM. It's 2017 and the 6 member boy group BTS have been given a two month holiday. The boys needed a break from all the hard work; especially as their popularity had sky-rocketed in the last few months. Some of them met with their friends, some went to see their families, but Namjoon, the leader of BTS, had plans for an alone trip to Tokyo. What he didn't expect to find there however, was love. He didn't know that he would fall for the handsome, witty, barista at the book cafe that immediately became his favourite. When considering all the conditions that are unfortunately attached to being in love with one of the most well-known men in the world, does Seokjin decide to stay with Namjoon or not? Would he be able to look past comments from fans? All the attention he would most likely get? Or would it just be better to forget this impossible love? Hope you enjoy! Pure-BloodPrincess12

made by ChatGPT (I'd put disclaimer, don't come at me) Isla Wren works in a quiet little book café where time moves slower and every corner holds a secret. She leaves handwritten notes in the pages of forgotten books, believing that one day-someone will find the right one. Jace Evans is a photography student who notices everything but says very little. He walks in one rainy afternoon looking for nothing, and somehow... finds her. This is a story about quiet glances, slow mornings, pressed flowers, and the kind of connection that doesn't need loud declarations to be real. A soft, slow-burn romance where two people fall-not all at once-but gently, like leaves finding the ground.

Tulip and Greyson have many things in common. The most pronounced being they are both socially awkward. They first meet in the Night Owl cafe a book cafe which tends to open rather early and closes around 12:30 am. They bond over small things such as their love for stories and books. The lovely cover was drawn by my wonderful friend, the same one who owns greyson's character.

Madisen Van der Bilt is flown into New York the summer after her graduation by her mother after having had enough of her antics as the aftermath of breaking up with her long-time boyfriend, Alex. After which she turns cynical and brings out the misanthrope in her, she stays with her father, hoping to find a part-time job before going back to school in the fall, but that's not all she's in for when she meets New Yorker, Austin. Will she open up her heart again? Or will she shut him out like she's done to the rest of the world?

Some love stories don't start with fireworks. Some begin on rainy streets, in quiet cafés, and in the hearts of two people who almost didn't meet. Yiru lives softly - in the corners of bookshops, in the background of friendships that often forget her. She's tender, observant, and afraid of being remembered for a moment only to be forgotten forever. Jian once dreamed in music, until grief and growing up made him fall silent. Now he runs a quiet café where melodies are memories, not futures. When their paths cross - first briefly, then intentionally - something gentle stirs between them: something slow, healing, and almost too fragile to name. But love has its own rhythm. Even when it arrives late.

Fanfiction, Science Fiction, Short Story, Vampire and Werewolf for now, are not being accepted. Genre Based groups to read and review others' books, helping them improve their writing as well as bringing a rise in the number of reads, votes, comments and maybe even followers!

Teacups and Saucers is the local hotspot. Day AND Night. By day, it's a bookstore and café. By night, it's the hottest club in the city! Who am I? Well, let's start with my name. "Thank you for calling Teacups and Saucers. This is Nanette. How can I help you?" Nanette is owner and founder of Teacups and Saucers. With a cafe, bookstore, and night club all in one, can she handle anymore added to her plate? Follow Nanette's juggling career of work, life, and love.

A One Shot Story Different music every Chapter

so, this is basically a story about me achieving my dream. I know that this is too soon for me to post this but I just really wanted to share this cuz I wanna show my parents that i can be the greatest lecturer of all. ONE OF THE BEST like Shakespeare, George Orwell and Oscar Wilde to name a few. At least I wanna try and do it. I know I have a passion towards Literature and i want people to acknowledge me for that. I'm turning 16 next month, i still have a whole year of school ahead of me, it's my last year, yes. But, i still wanna be the best at it whatever the price might be. I wanna do it.If ykyk.

Wheein and Seungmin

"Hi, I'm Leo Gray," he said with a charming smile. Brooklyn shook his hand and felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. "Hi, I'm Brooklyn," she said in a witty voice. "I know," he said in a playful tone. "You do?" she asked with surprise.

Story Description: Anya Solene spends her Sundays tucked into a corner café with too-sweet coffee and unread books - trying to forget someone she once loved. Theo Jae spends his nights wide awake, haunted by a mind that won't sleep. So he reads. Writes. Thinks. Hides behind silence. They meet the way only soft hearts do - through a book left behind, a page marked 47, and a note that says exactly what neither of them could say out loud. Two people. One chair. A thousand unsaid things between them. A love story told through rainy Sundays, soft stares, books that heal, and hearts that don't know how to stop hoping.