Caffeine Rwby Novels & Stories

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

Fuck! Rafe's mind screamed loudly. He poured another whiskey into his glass. This time it was softer and more relaxed. He had to be in control of his body. He practiced relaxation techniques suggested by Wren. Exhale and inhale in regular motions for a few seconds, then he drinks his whiskey slowly. The liquid slid down his throat more slowly, more comfortably, and didn't cause a harsh burning sensation in his stomach. This time Rafe could relax a little. He straightened his legs under the bar counter, then leaned comfortably against the wall with his eyes closed.

He handed Caleb a cup of hot chocolate, and the latter glowered at him, “Do you perceive me as a kid? Tsk, I said I want coffee,” “Caffeine is not good for you, kiddo,” Cohen flicked his finger on Caleb’s forehead. Caleb growled and smacked his head with the paper he was holding. “Tsk, that hurts!” Cohen complained. Caleb was about to hit him again, but a woman arrived from behind Cohen.

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

His muscles were still tense, but my touch was enough to ease the edge a little. “Fine,” he muttered. “But I swear, Milo, one more word—” “Alright, alright,” Milo interrupted, smirking again. “Didn’t know I needed a permission slip just to breathe.” Raven rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but I didn’t catch it. I took a seat beside Ryder, feeling the tension settle into something bearable. “Coffee?” Duke offered, holding out a mug. “Please,” I said, smiling. Raven scoffed. “You sure she can handle caffeine? She looks like she’s about to faint.”

“No, I mean it.” Robin tilts her head. “That’s new.” Wren ignored her. “If you had to pick, would you pick tea or coffee forever?” I blink in disbelief. “That’s your serious question?” “Yes.” “Well, you know me it’s coffee,” I say without hesitation. “Same,” Greg adds. Robin nods. “Agreed, coffee.” Wren gasps softly. “Wow. Betrayal.” “You drink coffee,” I point out. “Occasionally,” Wren says. “But tea has emotional depth.”

she replied, jokingly. Sawyer chuckled and set his drink down. Waverly lifted the drink to her face and sniffed the contents, pleased when the smell of rum hit her nostrils. She placed the rim to her lips and let the rum slide from the glass down her throat, recognizing the smoothness and richness of its texture and then the minor tartness that followed. She watched the movie in silence with Sawyer beside her, concentrating on the ending scenes as a tickle in her throat crept its way up. Waverly covered her mouth with her hand and started coughing—once, twice then three times, each one getting longer and more pronounced.

Later that day, Lucy was on the way back from the office to the hotel. Robin was going towards the cafeteria to get some coffee. The bar was right near the place. He was drinking the coffee all by himself. A woman somehow bumped into him. '' Oh I am sorry,'' she apologized. '' No no it's alright,'' Robin lifts his face to meet her eyes. She seems to be around the same age as him. With long straight hair and black eyes, she was reminding him of a raven. All proud and mighty.

I closed my eyes, thinking I would just rest them for a moment. A few minutes later, Ben came back and offered me a can of Coke. I took it and thanked him, taking a long drink. I supposed he thought the caffeine would help get me moving again. It did help. After I’d swallowed about half the can, I was ready to check on Raven.

Larin asked, frowning at her. Evan’s head popped up, and he grinned tiredly, “Aunt Rosa always claimed that her brain was wired wrong at birth and caffeine doesn’t affect Gemma like everyone else. It’s one of the few things I’m jealous about her. But if that’s the truth, then Becky too should have the same damaged brain. She can drink most caffeine filled things throughout the day and not feel jittery.” “What he’s not telling you is that I don’t need it to live like some. It can give me a little pick up, but I’ll never be bouncing off the walls from it. I’ll sleep just fine.”