Stories from Café Eden
- LECTURAS 365
- Votos 3
- Partes 57
Café Eden. A wonderful little place. Fancy enough to seem big, homey enough to seem small. The lemon yellow and white striped balcony cast just enough shade over the people who choose to sit outside in the ever-soft warm sunlight. There's a nice little shelve inside, where millions of almost stories lie, nowhere close to books, but long enough to be sweet. Ideas brought forth while a little girl was daydreaming in science or social studies. If you want to, you can take an almost story and sit down at one of the crystal tables, order a tea, or coffee, or lemonade, or whatever you want. As this is my favorite place to go, I've visited several times. As the generous person I am, I've decided to share the almost stories with you.
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Indecorous
(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.Concluida
To Faraway {A collection of short stories}
Your daily dose of dreamscapes and a supplement for your imagination. Here are little sweet stories for when you just feel like escaping. Best with a small cup of coffee or tea (Whichever you prefer) and read under your blankets on a rainy day. Let's travel to that place you go to in your daydreams. Enjoy!Concluida
After the Rain
Tucked beneath a soft rainbow and the smell of freshly baked bread, there's a little bakery called Rainbow-a warm, gentle place where pastries come with sprinkles of kindness and every visit brings a new story. Run by a handful of sweet (and slightly clumsy) high school and college students, Rainbow isn't just about muffins and matcha rolls. It's where quiet confessions rise like dough, hearts are mended with strawberry shortcake, and laughter is kneaded into every cinnamon swirl. Each chapter is a cozy slice of life, from lost sketchbooks and secret crushes to family changes, second chances, and small, brave victories. The customers may come and go, but the comfort lingers-like the scent of honey toast on a rainy afternoon. 🌧️💕 Because sometimes, after the rain, the warmest sunshine comes from the people who care.Concluida
Purely Arrogant | ✓
He's popular. I have one friend. He's outgoing. I'm quiet. He has a girlfriend. I'm alone. I'm shy and he's purely arrogant. But they say like forces repel and opposites attract. And we're complete opposites. ════════ "Hello, my name is Juliette Hunter and I think you're an asshole" I said to him, turning my body away so I could, once again, try and grab the book I so desperately needed. "Your turn" I added, after a moment of silence, realising that he was too stunned to speak. His recovery was lightning fast however, as he replied with "Hi Juliette, my name is Levi Knight" He paused, allowing his eyes to roam my body, slowly taking me in from head to toe. I looked him in the eyes, defiant in not allowing him to get to me, as my cheeks began to burn. "And I think you could qualify as one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on" he continued smoothly. I couldn't think of a smart remark in response to what he had said so I mumbled a "fuck off" before returning to the bookshelf, I was sure my face turned crimson. "Just out of curiosity," Levi continued, now leaning against the bookshelf. I wasn't going to warn him about the fact that it was slowly tipping over. "You're single right?" I wasn't going to tell him that his assumption offended me either. Instead I replied with "Just out of curiosity" I said in a mocking tone "You're single now too, aren't you?" "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" "You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" I muttered, attempting once more, to grab the book I so badly needed for English. "You're really hot, you know?" "You're really annoying, you know?"Concluida
The Quiet Hours
Before the world wakes, there's a pocket of quiet. Just coffee. Madeleines. Soft glances that last too long. Two women-colleagues, friends, not quite lovers-share stolen mornings in a classroom three flights above reality. What begins as ritual becomes something more: tentative touches, shared breath, words unsaid. And when the quiet isn't enough to contain them anymore... everything tilts. A slow burn. A love story. A study in restraint, longing, and what happens when "almost" finally turns into "yes." So I basically wrote a fanfiction of my own life. With more orgasms and fewer consequences. A highly fictionalized account of what I would have done if I were braver, sluttier, and less employed.Concluida
MOON
"Just like the moon you are. Shining so bright in the darkness of the night. Reflecting one's shadow. Like the mirror, you're giving off beauty to a beauty, madness to a madness, heartbeat to a heartbeat, misery to a misery. You are nothing but my own reflection" He said, looking at me sideways. I stare at him deeply. It was so unexpected of him to say something in a metaphorical way, especially in this time of an event. "Always remember, we are under the same sky, looking at the same moon." I replied anyway... The story follows a teenage girl, stuck with her own, pathetic thoughts. Experiencing a moment of loneliness, difficulty making new friends, problems involving her family, social life, betrayal, death, and questioning her own existence. She thought her life would come to a lonely, and tragic end, yet she didn't know the day would finally come when she least expected it. She'd never knew the day would also come when she got transferred into a school she thought she'd never get to fit in, and when she got to meet this one guy, who believes no one else but himself. She fell in love but she believes she didn't receive the same feelings. Feel free to read this sad, and lonely life of a teenager. Explore the diverse world of high school romance, teamwork and friendship, slice of life and character developments this story will get you into. There's more to it than meets the eye..
The Coffee Shop
There was something different about this coffee shop. I had been coming here for eight years and I just couldn't find myself ever losing interest in it. I just kept coming back. Whether it was to enjoy their delicious drinks and treats or just to relax and think. Or maybe it was just to enjoy and admire the flamboyant woman behind the counter. Mature Language involved. This is my first time writing a story like this. It is a work of fiction and is not a true depiction, any similarities (names and places) to things in real life are purely coincidental.Concluida
Pregnant by a Murderer
"How dare you fucking disobey me," He grits his teeth clenching his fists while glaring at me. "Please let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I beg tears sliding down my cheeks slowly backing away from him. "Didn't I make myself clear already? You will never escape from here." My heart sinks down to my stomach. Anger quickly rising making me splutter two words I'd soon would regret. "FUCK YOU!," I scold. "What did you just say?," he grumbles his chocolate brown eyes three shades darker almost looking black. I gasp, as my back hits the wall watching him close in on me. I try to curve to the side, but he immediately closes me in by stretching both of his arms out. His hands firmly flat against the wall. "Repeat what you just said to me Madison," he evilly mutters his eyes locked with mine. "Leo please," I mumble. "You will learn to obey me," he venomously says his hot breathe hitting my flesh near my ear. Suddenly, his large hand grips my neck tightly chocking me. Both of my hands clutches onto his hand trying to free myself from his grip. "P-pl," I struggle to say while trying to breathe. I can feel the life in me slowly slipping away. My vision starting to blur in and out of focus. Leo suddenly lets go of my neck and I helplessly drop to the floor gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I realize my life could have ended in the hands of this handsome murderer. "Recognize who you are speaking to. No one, I mean no one ever disrespects Leo Castillo, leader of The Red Eagles!", he firmly says his cold eyes glaring down at me. I stay silent completely mute. My body trembling from pure fear scared to say anything that might upset him again. Leo turns his heel walking out of the room locking it from the outside leaving me in shock of what just happened. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" A/N:DO NOT REPRODUCE/COPY ANY TEXT OR MY STORY IN ANYWAY. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY!Concluida
Memoir, She Wrote.
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His Caramel
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.
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