Caffeine Rwby Novels & Stories

Ryu replied, trying to keep a straight face. "Really?" Ryu questioned, surprised. "Most people say that I look like the sugar and milk kind of guy. I actually like sweet stuff but I'm kinda addicted to the bitter taste of coffee. It's because..." He suddenly paused and frowned. Why did he like black coffee? Aito thought hard but he couldn't remember and it made his head ache. Aito was already familiar with this kind of headache. It happened every time he tried to remember something but each time, it seemed like something was blocking his memories. Like a very thick wall.

I get on my knee, lowering my face down to the ground the liquid spills on I take another sniff. Small. Almost unnoticeable. "Do you think it is..." Janny says in shocks. "Wolvesbane." I stand back up. "Why is there wolvesbane in the drink?" "It's the coffee Scarlet has every morning." Janny states with wide eyes. "Ever since the nightmare started, she always look so down in the morning. So I always make her a morning coffee to drink." "If there is coffee in her drink." Then... "Someone have been mixing her morning coffee with wolvesbane." She looks for me to the coffee.

“What can I get for you?” The group quickly huddled together, throwing orders in whispers at one another. “I want a cappuccino.” “No.” “Why?” “Because, Miles, one drop of caffeine turns you into a demon.” “Their chocolate muffins look good,” Wyatt stuck his head above the crowd. “Black coffee,” Ryder thought out loud. “No, black tea.” “Iced Americano for sure,” Blake nodded too. “Oh, but I want something with vanilla--” “It does not!” Miles jabbed a finger into August’s chest. “I am immune to caffeine.”

She ignored Rafael and focused her attention on Eddy. "Later!" Rafael told Eddy and went upstairs. "He's doing well and feeling much better, in case you were wondering," Eddy told her as Ruhi watched Rafael going into his room. "I wasn't, at all, but thank you. Would you like some chai? I can make some bomb-ass chai." "It's already past five. Caffeine keeps me up till 3 AM if I drink now. But definitely on a weekend morning. As long as it doesn't taste like the crappy chai latte I had many times, I'm game."

“A drive that ended with you looking smug and her in your hoodie? Try again.” Behind him, Caden leaned against the wall with one mug in hand and the other extended toward me. “Morning, sunshine. Here’s your coffee. I would’ve brought breakfast, but I figured you were being… fed emotionally elsewhere.” Ryder snorted. I bit my lip to hide my smile and accepted the coffee. “Wow,” I said, taking a sip. “Is this the jealous club meeting? Or are we forming a roast circle?” Caden smirked. “Oh, it’s definitely a roast. Ryder’s got his ‘I just spent all night confessing my feelings’ glow.”

I cried. “Calm down Cynthia, please. If you want to help him, first you need to calm down. Look, I think you both were poisoned and, may be your drink had less amount and he was loaded. So to help him, go and make the blackest coffee possible, make it cold. Go do it first.” I nodded and voiced it too, “O- Okay.” I said to Riley and rant o the kitchen.

“I saw on the screen. Doesn’t he know that I could watch him?” I took a sip of hot Barbajada, a Milanese hot coffee drink, Ryan’s special. “He probably does know that you could see him, as a matter of fact anyone could see. He just doesn’t care. And he is Alexander. No one would dare to bother him.” I took another sip. My legs are stretched on the blue couch. Ryan has got everything in blue in his house. It’s his favorite color. He sat in the seat opposite to me. “But, why? Why is he so persistent now?”

I wondered if she caught on to how fake I was being with her. “Thank you! I really needed that.” I gave a smile. “Did you practice?” “A few times,” she said with a chuckle. “I am sure they will love it,” I responded before taking another sip. I love this coffee. Medium Roast, with a tablespoon of milk, two teaspoons of French vanilla coffee cream, and three scoops of sugar. I like my coffee sweet. I found myself gulping as much of it down as I could. It was no longer hot, but a perfect warm. I’d be damned if I wasted another cup. I finally took the foam from my lips. 10 am. It was time. “Let’s head over.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male