Caffeine Rwby Novels & Stories

“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.”

’ 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.

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.”

I tossed it back into the drawer and chose the other by default. "The beginning of the end" I read out from the cover, then paused it think about it for a second "Hmm...interesting" I said, flipping through to the first chapter. Uninterrupted, I finished the first chapter in minutes but somewhere in the middle of the second, Caleb brought me dinner. I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline.

Those footsteps—the ones I’d imagined all night—echoed above and below, threading the air with anticipation. Before I can even contemplate what I’m going to do when I get to the door, I’m already opening it. I can feel my heart start to beat harder and faster as I slowly push the door open. The adrenaline coursing threw my veins. The scent here Is so much more intoxicating. The scent is making my mouth water while the sweat on my body increases. Whatever it Is smells of pecan and waffles. Fenrir, my counterpart is trying to take over, I can feel him forcing the shift so we can quickly find the intoxicating scent however I push him back to the far part of my mind. If we force a shift it will

The young boy put the drink carefully in our cups and bowed before leaving. “Were you in the room when Kelvin was born?” I asked and sipped the alcohol. It burned my throat and made me cough. Rowan laughed. I turned the bottle and found that it was a Rylic Vodka 1937 and it is 57% alcoholic. “I don’t think you have seen anything like it before, have you?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t do much alcohol so I don’t know much about it.” Rowan drank it like it was water, I could never.

The moment was just so precious that one would regret not having a camera around to immortalize it. "Okay, try adding sugar this time." Ben took two cubes and dropped them into the mug. He then stirred it and drank a gulp. "Ohhhh! Now we're getting there! This tastes nice." "Told you this is great stuff. Now let's get work done!" ---------- Because of his caffeine intake, Ben got himself a second wind, and he was able to press on with his assignment. However, he didn't quite anticipate what happened after that.