Caffeine Rwby Novels & Stories

“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

The place was busy, crowded with students and freelancers and the kind of people who treated caffeine as a survival mechanism. Raven Wolfe stood in line, her coat collar turned up against the cold, her hair loose around her shoulders. She had not slept well. She had been thinking about him again, about his gray eyes and the way he had looked at her across the table, and she was angry at herself for it. She did not have time for this. She did not have space in her life for a man she barely knew. She ordered a black coffee, extra strong, and stepped to the side to wait.

he soothed. My eyes had begun to drift closed, but they flew open at the sight I caught over his shoulder. Konah had reached my father and Kormen’s mother. My father made no move to escape or fight, just lifted his chin as though welcoming whatever came. Kormen’s mother screamed and twitched as though she’d try to run, but Konah gave her no time. Without preamble, he thrust both clawed hands forward into their chests. A wet, sucking sound met my ears as he drew both fists back, covered in blood and gore with their hearts clenched in his hands. Dropping the organs to the floor he made his way to the door and seconds later I heard Amelia’s screams. I must have made a sound of distress because

’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming. ‘Cole, that’s more sugar than it is caffeine.’ There was much more I could say, but there was no use arguing with Cole. He, like myself, let absolutely nothing go and could continue with the jabs and petty insults for days. ‘Yeah, yeah. I know, alright. The caffeine makes me twitchy and gives me violet urges I can’t always control. It’s the sugar that gives me the energy to get through the day, and your bullshit, and it doesn’t screw with the rogue gene.’ He grumbled, sending a mental eyeroll through the link before cutting the connection.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

Rina offered her a cup of steaming black coffee. "Agh! Thank you so much! I needed this!" Avery said and brought the cup to her lips taking a long sip of the drink. Although coffee is a pre workout means it accelerates your heartbeat, but for Avery it does the work of calming her down... she can't go a day without a coffee. "So, he was kissing a girl huh.." Rina said sitting in front of her on the other chair placed in the balcony of her room. "Rina please I don't wanna talk about it.." She said, putting down her cup.

They could not see inside his mind but they were good at reading energies. "Do you know how many mugs Mrs.Kemp has replaced in a week?" Rhys had said what he wanted to say all this time. It was a bit hilarious. "Mugs?" Noah downed another glass. At least wolves are immune to inebriation. "Yeah. Coffee mugs. Twelve in a week. You've been breaking them." Noah barked a laugh that was painful enough to make Rhys ask one last question.

“All right, guys. Drink up. This should counteract the effect of wolfsbane.” “What-bane?” Cynthia is standing by the kitchen entryway. Everyone falls silent, surprised at her presence. How much has she heard? “The pain, Cynthia. Lucas made something to counteract the hangover pain.” “That doesn´t make sense. But I´m too sleepy to function. I need coffee.” Cynthia pours herself a cup, as the guys imbibe Lucas´ concoction. “That´s it. I´m feeling better already. Lucas you´re really good at this stuff.” Tank seems relieved.