Novel & Cerita Caffeine Rwby

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

It did not have the magic of passion behind it that Mirage’s did, but they were convinced they were doing their best work so far. Coffee was probably not the best idea, they should be following their own advice and hydrating, but water did not have the kick of caffeine that their short-on-sleep systems craved. The bag of beans was alarmingly low, however, he noted as water began to drip through into the pot. A sign that they were relying heavily on it to keep them functioning. He jumped when his phone vibrated. Maybe he’d had a little too much caffeine, he thought ruefully as he pulled the phone from his pocket, he was getting jittery. He checked the display. Raven’s face grinned up at him s

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.

He probably likes mature women. I hesitated. “Actually… I’ll have coffee,” I said, trying to sound casual. Ryan paused, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Coffee? Since when?” “Since now,” I replied, straightening my posture. He smirked, clearly amused. “Alright, coffee it is. But I’m warning you—my coffee is strong. Don’t blame me if you regret it.” Minutes later, he set a steaming cup of black coffee in front of me. I stared at it, the dark liquid swirling ominously. Taking a tentative sip, the bitter taste hit me like a punch. I fought not to make a face.

“Another round of you four steamrolling my life?” His smirk widened, eyes glinting with the kind of amusement that meant he’d already mapped out the next ten moves. “Something like that.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to look like I didn’t care. My stomach betrayed me with a loud, traitorous growl. Rory’s grin spread slow and satisfied. “Thought so.” Asshole. Still, I grabbed the coffee. Self-sabotage was one thing. Caffeine denial was another. The first sip slid warm and bitter down my throat, unwinding something tight in my chest.

Raven's eyes went back to the pendant but her brain gave a hot slap. " Concentrate!" It snapped at her and she nodded, turning her attention to Holden. " Would you like some coffee Sir?" She smiled. " I don't drink coffee" Holden replied plainly, resuming his game. " Tea?" " I hate tea" Raven felt like knocking out his teeth on his reply. " What does he drink then?" She hissed inwardly. " Whiskey then?" She sarcastically asked making Holden glare at her. He wasn't glaring at her because of her question, besides she was right after all.

<"I think so. I couldn't make it too strong since I wasn't sure how harmful it might be to you " <"Harmful? What's in it? "> <"Water, shellac, karaya and... "> he trailed off and gave me an unsure look. <"And? "> I urged. He sighed <"And wolfsbane"> My eyes shot out of my head as I tried really hard not to yell at him. <"Wolfsbane! Aiden you really don't expect me to drink that right? "> Ryan looked at us through the rare view mirror with a look on his face. He obviously saw that we were arguing. But Ryan being Ryan just minded his business. I liked that guy.

CHUCK After five minutes at most, Rabiya got out of the kitchen room with a serving platter and three cups of coffee. Just by the aroma of it, and just by seeing how the steam evaporated in the air sending thin clouds of visible smoke towards us, as if a hand trying to seduce us to drink it right away, I could already determine that the freshly brewed coffee were so satisfying. I jumped out of the sofa where I decided to sit for three minutes, and fetched Rabiya from the isle to get the cup she prepared for me. I determined it right away which cup was mine, because I was the only one who ordered my coffee to be black and pure. No sure, no creamer, no anything at all. “You better be sure this