Caffeine Books Novels & Stories

The warm lights gave the cafe an ethereal and cozy glow. I ordered my usual honey cinnamon latte and sat on the far right corner near the bookshelves. My shift was due to start at around 9 and I had 30 minutes to kill so picked up a book on Greek mythology from the shelf while I waited for my coffee. It was a kind of place where book lovers handed out their well-loved books for this cafe, where people can exchange their recommendations and get to explore new genres. This cafe has been running for a little under a decade hence the shelves increased to hold onto the new books.

I'll know along the way. --- I order a coffee and take a seat at the farthest corner in the cafe. I get a book from the café library. It's a book about wellness. I try reading it, but I can't focus. I could have just stayed in the library, but I didn't. Nevertheless, I stare at the first page without reading anything, and soon conversations catch my attention, and I fall back into my pattern. A woman is being discriminated against because she isn't fit to be in the café. Another who believes she's entitled to determine class keeps saying she'll call the cops.

"She wants to find out the list of potential nominees that has been gathered over the years, who will be nominated for Emperor in case anything happens to her. In that way, she can...." "...figure out if they're in league with her family's murderers." He completed, looking away. Naomi nodded and shoved more fries into her mouth while Jake quietly sipped his coffee and picked up another file. "Why do you love black coffee so much? You take about 5-6 cups daily and include it in all of your diet! It's bad for your health. Black Americano is an active stimulant. You won't be able to fall asleep easily." She worriedly voiced.

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

She was currently on a mission of vital importance: making the perfect cup of coffee for Kael DarkSlade. After the elevator catastrophe from earlier that morning, Seraphina knew she was walking on the razor's edge of operational failure. If she messed up his caffeine fix today, the Lycan King might actually find a corporate loophole to fling her out of the building before she could even look at the board of directors' files. Personally, Seraphina had a very specific, deeply unholy relationship with coffee. She liked her own brew black, but practically drowning in an a very large amount of whole milk and enough sugar to induce a diabetic coma.

I almost forgot about the nausea. I was just Bianca, the CEO of a successful company. After the meeting wrapped up, Sophia and I went back to my office. "Should I get you a cup of coffee, Ms. Salvatore?" Sophia asked after arranging my files. I never missed my daily dose of caffeine. It was my energy booster when working. But I read in one of the pregnancy books Damian had bought that coffee is not good for the baby. "No, thank you, Sophia. I'm trying to cut back on coffee," I said. "Just get me a cup of warm water with lemon."

Just like always. Another swig of coffee. I savored it, enjoying the caramel flavors as the over-priced liquid slid across my tongue. It would hopefully give me enough energy to at least keep from falling asleep at my desk. With the caffeine in my blood stream, I began sifting through the papers that Carter had set in front of me.

Abel yelled as he came into the dining hall, with Cain hot on his heels. “Excuse you?” Remmie growled. “You heard us, Remmie. You know damn well you are not supposed to be drinking coffee. You are fucking pregnant!” Abel growled as Cain stood behind him with an angered expression and arms crossed over his chest. “For your information, 8 oz of coffee is okay. And for two, I am a fucking werewolf. Those health effects do not have the same application. Do you know why they say that you should not drink caffeine while pregnant?” Remmie retorted. While she had the boys distracted snarling and defending our rights to our morning coffee, I had secretly stole the carafe and began to pour myself a ho