Caffeine Manhwa Novels & Stories

Christopher groaned, leaning his head back against the cushion. "I would rather have coffee. I've missed it so much today." Anika paused on her way to the kitchen, frowning over her shoulder at him. "You had coffee just yesterday." She waited because she thought she had heard him wrong. Stay over? "I know," Christopher sighed. "But it's been twenty-four hours already. I’m running low on my energy source." Anika stopped, turning to face him now. With her hands planted on her waist, she couldn't help but shake her head at him. “The terrifying, multi-billionaire Chairman of Vanguard is secretly a hopeless coffee addict who couldn't survive a single day without a caffeine fix.”

“What are you, some kind of robot? Everyone takes caffeine. Even monks drink tea.” He gave me a small shrug. “I just don’t need it.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Suit yourself, Mr. Superhuman.” I walked into the cafe and ordered myself a large cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso because if I was going to deal with Matthew, my office, and whatever new disaster waited for me, I needed to be armed. By the time I returned to the car, the warm cup in hand, Collins was still sitting there, patient as ever, like a chauffeur who had been trained not to question the antics of his employer.

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.

Hayden The coffee shop was crowded, the low hum of conversation mixing with the hiss of the espresso machine. Jason and I had claimed a corner table near the window, the kind of spot that gave you just enough space to stretch your legs without brushing against the next table over. Jason leaned back in his chair, a steaming mug in his hand. “Man, I swear, these people put more caffeine in a cup than should be legal.” I smirked, stirring the foam on top of my latte. “That’s because you order the strongest thing on the menu every time.”

I say He nods and walks out of the room. I know what he’s thinking about right now, but there is nothing to worry about. As the Alpha, I like to challenge myself, most especially when the enemies come I love using them as my challenge opponents. I glance at the clock hung across the room and exhale taking a sip of coffee. The coffee tastes bitter and so hot it blistered my tongue, I have told Aiden a billion times that I hate too much caffeine and too much milk in my coffee. If he is going to make coffee for me then he should at least do it the right way. I just can’t do this again, as the Alpha I am meant to get whatever I want and all I’m asking for right now is a fucking coffee that has t

“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.

Tracer looked like he would be immune to the blue slimes’ yawn attack because the tactician was an insomniac, judging by the heavy eye bags under his eyes. Zen could not say he was a patron of the dark liquid. If he ever drank coffee as a chef, it was only because he had to pull extra hours with little sleep and no pay. His coffee preference might insult some people because Zen liked it with lots of milk and sugar. What could he say? Life was bitter enough. There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee.

She was a little bit closer to Hwa Young personality wise, Introvert but not socially awkward. “It’s great meeting all 3 of you…Though, we should meet in a much more comfortable way…but looks like our first meeting become like this..anyway..have a seat…thank you for taking care of Hwa Young…Umm..do you guys need something to drink?..Hwa Young,do you want something?..”. “I want Caramel Machiato..”. (Celine) “Iced Americano..”. (Lee Ah In) “Warm Vanilla Latte..Please..”. (Ah Ra)

Well, yeah! "Okay. Now?" "Yeah, now.", Meg said as she stood up from the grass. "Decaf or?", Meg asked as they got into the kitchen. "Caffeinated. I don't drink decaf", Jack told her. "Caffeine gets me so hyper, so I don't do caff. I'm addicted to decaf though", Meg told him "Caffeine doesn't work after sometime. I mean, when you start drinking it, it helps you to stay awake and all that, but after a long while, it just doesn't do shit"

But it's hard not to wonder, especially when you're about to fake-marry the guy. Deciding that caffeine would be the answer to my swirling thoughts, I ducked into a nearby coffee shop — 'Brewed Awakenings.' I couldn't resist its cheeky name and the promise of a heavenly dose of caffeine. Maybe a jolt of espresso would clear my head. Because, seriously, developing feelings for your fake fiancé?