Bubbler Caffeine Novels & Stories

Zen asked the Gambler curiously. Charlie chuckled. Any mafia heir with good education knew the basics. Thankfully, the wood had resources that they could use to transform dried reeds into high-pressure water guns. Zen spat as the taste of bitter liquid lingered in his mouth. As strange as it sounded, his cheek muscles were getting tired of spitting coffee. The way they used this blowgun was to drink the coffee without swallowing, using their cheeks as ammunition pouches and spitting it through a high-pressure pipe made from reeds.

Rooh said softly this time after seeing her daughter sadly pouting. Vanessa's obsession for coffee is not hidden from anyone, she loved coffee but because of her stuttering problem doctor had adviced her to stay away from caffeine products because it effects her nervous system and can trigger her stammering more. When a maid saw her drinking coffee she told it to Rooh because all the servants has strict orders of informing Rooh about Vanessa's any wrong moves.

The tapping of his fingers on the tablet blends into the clicking of my mouse. I reach out to grab the cup of deliciousness that's just within... well... reach. I close my eyes at the first sip. The caramel notes that accentuate the perfectly smooth caffeine blend almost have me swooning. I sigh as I draw the cup back from my lips. "That is absolutely perfect." I desperately needed that. I know it'll take at least fifteen minutes for the caffeine to hit. I just need to stay awake long enough for it to do so. I can sleep in tomorrow. Or today.

Mirabelle cut her off. - You know what? I need a break... Kaya said, already turning her back. - But...you just took one not an hour ago... She answered desperately. - I know... But it's not my fault you're so tired... ! Mirabelle raised her eyes to the sky and continued: - At this rate, I'm afraid you won't be ready in time... - I could always go without coffee for the next 3 months... Caffeine is bad for you, you know...

Steam danced above the liquid, floating in slow motion as it left traces of rich caramelized nuts. I licked my bottom lip as I watched my cup get filled. Coffee turned into my new addiction after I quitted smoking. At least that's what everyone thinks. I groaned as I watched the thin line of liquid that connected the machine and my cup vanishes. It made a noise similar to water being drained down the bathtub followed by the clicking of something broken, drowning the peaceful sound. I pulled out my cup. I groaned and then disconnected the machine before hitting it.

“Really, Jai? I don’t take you as a tea person.” Jai shrugged. “I don’t mind tea or coffee, ma’am. If I want something fresh, I’ll settle for tea rather than coffee. But cold brew cappucino is always good, especially if you add some thick jelly, or bobas. Mmm. Nice,” Jai licked his own lips from the memory of him drinking boba milk tea and boba cappucino. Madam Rue looked at him curiously. “You can put jelly in them and they still taste good? And what is boba? And cappuccino?”

So while all I really do is marketing, the patients bring a level of joy I never thought possible to my workplace. After turning the alarm off, I don my slippers and robe, noticing I feel almost human today. However, I still must have caffeine. I refuse to give it up even though Moby harps on me almost daily about how bad it is for my body. Putting my mug under the spout of the Keurig, I press start, impatiently waiting thirty seconds for my cup to brew. "Piper..."

“Tired” She nods her head as I start to drive and says, “I need caffeine”! I pull into the drive-thru Starbucks and she leans over me to make her order of some mango fruity something or other… Her butt is all in my face! I thought she said she needed caffeine. I looked at the digital board for the thing she just named to see its caffeine level is as high as my Americano. How’s that work?!

He handed Caleb a cup of hot chocolate, and the latter glowered at him, “Do you perceive me as a kid? Tsk, I said I want coffee,” “Caffeine is not good for you, kiddo,” Cohen flicked his finger on Caleb’s forehead. Caleb growled and smacked his head with the paper he was holding. “Tsk, that hurts!” Cohen complained. Caleb was about to hit him again, but a woman arrived from behind Cohen.