Caffeine Books Novels & Stories

“So, how are you feeling anyway?” “I thought we already figured out that I am nervous.” “Yes, but I want to keep asking until I can get rid of your nerves.” I blinked slowly. “Kath, this isn’t how it works.” “Well, let’s just enjoy the coffee. Though I wonder if you are supposed to have caffeine. Aren’t pregnant people supposed to avoid caffeine for the baby?” “It’s decaf,” I told her with a shake of my head.

I sprang up and raced downstairs bumping into Kaiden, he looked in fact not bothered but I could tell, he still has his sanity, he's not that wicked to fire me, if he wanted me to leave he would have forced me to resign. "Oh, uhmm... I was bringing this to you, do you care for some coffee?" He held two cups in his hands, a pink and a blue one. It made me angry enough that he might have fired me and now it's coffee? "I guess you didn't listen to the doctor's words earlier, he said caffeine is bad for my health. And it might be considered poison for me, because I might get another sickness... Oh what did he call it..." I pretended to forget tapping my elbow and he looked like he was trying to

Is it from another window? I drink my coffee, I enjoy the big hit of the caffeine drinks. Hope it works again tonight. Oh.. Please caffeine, please make my every nerves alive, and energized, especially my eyes. I went upstair to my room. A very interesting book... Yes I need that to stay awake. Something funny.. I search the bookshelf, the only precious things that I have. My books. Comedy... Comedy.. I am busy looking for a funny book, when suddenly two big hands hugs me from my back. It gave me a shiver, the hands belong to the devil himself.

“Hurry up, please. Let’s go get some real coffee.” ⸻ By the time I clock in at the library, I’ve almost stopped thinking about the dream. Almost. The caffeine helps, sort of. At least it removes the aftertaste of Brittany’s poison. I take a slow sip as I settle behind the circulation desk, pulling out my planner and pretending like I’m the sort of person who plans ahead. There’s a paper due Monday, something about gender dynamics in contemporary literature I haven’t started yet. A few students trickle in—quiet, heads down. It’s a typical Friday crowd for between morning classes, multiple scents of watered down espresso with artificial sweeteners filling the air.

If that was the truth, then Dianna should be fucking Wonder Woman by now, just from the sheer amount of pain she put up with on a daily basis. The heat of the shower went a long way to making her feel human, and then the coffee. The sweet, sweet nectar of the Gods. Ambrosia from the temple in the sky. Manna from Heaven. Yes, she knew all about the divide in the medical community regarding whether caffeine was a savior or a hell-spawn demon and she didn’t give a rat’s arse. It helped her. More to the point, she drank it for other people’s safety. Decaffeinated Dianna was not something anyone should have to endure, least of all Dianna herself.

No one was up yet, classes hadn’t started, and I’m sure everyone was going to take every opportunity to sleep in while they had the chance. The café was called ‘The Grind.’ I snorted at the name. Not only did it represent ground coffee, but also grinding when studying. The coffee scent hit me and I practically melted. I ordered my usual, a dirty chai latte, and nestled into one of the overstuffed chairs. As soon as I opened the book, I was lost in the story. Even though I had read it before, I was still lost. The details, the characters, everything drew me in, and I couldn’t help but melt when the male main character flirted with the female main character.

The cafe's entrance nods, a wooden door adorned with wrought-iron motifs, and I push it open with a sense of reverence. As I cross the threshold, the ambient sounds of the city give way to the hushed murmur of pages turning and the soft clinking of cups and saucers. The cafe unfolds before me like a bibliophile's dream – cozy nooks with mismatched armchairs, shelves reaching toward the ceiling, and the warm glow of pendant lights casting a spellbinding aura. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of old books create scents that bespoke literary bliss. My chest vibrates with delight as I wander through the bookshelves, my fingers gently grazing spines laden with stories waiting

"I think I've got an idea." Anna put down the steaming herbal tea and quickly ducked the cappuccino that had provoked Carina a few minutes ago. "No caffeine. Tea has a lot of antioxidants." She smiled weakly. "Yes, Mother. But I don't think a cup of mocha while tired will do any damage." "Caffeine harms a baby's development." "Stress too and I don't have enough money to raise a child." "Hmm, it must be the hormones. You're really cranky."

“Barely helps.” He smirked. “You know, I read somewhere that caffeine doesn’t actually give you energy. It just tricks your brain into thinking it’s not tired.” I gave him a flat look. “Are you trying to ruin coffee for me?” He shrugged. “I just think it’s funny how we all willingly lie to ourselves every morning.” I shook my head, trying not to engage, but he wasn’t done. “I mean, it’s like saying, ‘Hey, body, you’re exhausted,’ and your brain just goes, ‘Nah, we’re good,’ and somehow, we just… go with it.”

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”