Caffeine Books Novels & Stories

‘Dive deep, that’s where the real story lives,’ and I guess her words have always helped me, it was what made me believe in the stories I wrote. Presently, the pages of the journals are strewn on the dining table, my laptop and phone are placed beside the journal, there’s a pen and a book for writing any new observations. “Sooner or later, you are going to end up stressing yourself.” Wanda says behind me, handing me a cup of caffeine, “you are going to need that, did you even sleep last night? Liam, this isn’t healthy.” I take a sip from the coffee, it does nothing to boost my nerves, if anything it makes me more jittered. Looks like they don’t make coffee the way they used to anymore.

"It seems I need a strong coffee to calm myself down." It would be fitting to have a chocolate cake as a side dish, but I was still full, and eating too much would only make me sleepy. It wasn't what I wanted to get my work done for the day. I recalled the few schedules I had looked up on my phone and the pile of documents I had left behind to fulfill Richard's lunch invitation. I had so much work that I couldn't afford to waste any time relaxing. The café's doorbell tinkled as I opened and closed the door again, finishing off a sugarless americano that would ensure more than enough caffeine intake for me to enjoy. I looked around, not finding the man who had followed me earlier.

“Can I get you something, Ms. Julie?” “I’m just looking for another coffee. It’s one of those days. I can’t seem to settle and concentrate on what I need to do.” “That coffee won’t help with that. It’ll make it worse.” A common misconception anyone would make. Julie just ignored it as something everyone assumes when they don’t really know about her situation. Caffeine calmed Julie rather than leaving her anxious or hyper. In fact, sometimes she’d become so calm she’d fall asleep. She’d heard it called a caffeine nap and something only people like herself encountered.

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.

The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity. To my left, a cozy chair, its plush cushions and soft blankets an invitation to sink in and get lost in a good book. A side table holds a steaming cup of coffee, its aroma wafting up to tease his senses. The coffee shop in the corner, with its bustling baristas and gentle chatter, adds a lively touch to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.

So is taking the order of everyone else in the small cafe and I have never been more grateful for the size up until now. Beverages and iced teas. Coffees and strawberry-scented brews. Greg is a pro at what he does and in no time I'm taking mugs and cups back to the waiting customers. Most of them have books out already, a select few have magazines and the rest have newspapers splayed out on their laps. I think this scenario is one of the things that bring Greg and his cafe even more customers.

When she saw who it was, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was Miss Patricia, the head of the household. She walked in with a cup of coffee and a smile. Claire was shocked as she couldn't remember asking for such as she never had drinks of high caffeine content at that time of the night. It wasn't good for her, and she knew she couldn't have any of it. Long ago, she had established that her body and caffeine drinks were two enemies, and so she never drank any because of the effect it had on her.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

He sat back in his chair, leaning enthusiastically toward him. “How is it? Don't worry, I've reduced the caffeine in this coffee when I make it, so it shouldn't be a problem for you. Drinking coffee once in a while will give you no harm, right?” ***

I am, as Laura told me, climbing the walls. On Thursday, it’s almost the end of working hours, so I go searching for a coffee to try to stay awake. With bad nights’ sleep, I end up getting drowsy during this period. So I’ve resorted to caffeine more than usual. I’m busy sweetening the steaming liquid in my mug when I notice that someone else has entered the small kitchen. I’m pretty sure it’s Laura, a self-confessed energy drink addict.