Coffee Mugs On Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Scarlett realized it on a Tuesday morning when the radiator gave a familiar, comforting hiss and the scent of expensive dark roast filled the hallway. ​She walked into the kitchen, her movements fluid and unthinking, and reached for the ceramic mug on the far left of the second shelf. It was a heavy, matte-black piece she’d claimed in the first week because the handle fit four fingers perfectly and it held heat longer than the delicate bone china Xavier’s staff likely preferred. ​The mug was already full.

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”

Why would Nivea's blood contain a blue color? He shook his head and pushed in another needle, pulling it out afterwards. What could've possibly happened to her out there? He couldn't help but wonder. A Wolf's blood containing blue wasn't a good sign at all;- could never be a good sign. And unfortunately, he couldn't even tell what it meant. If only she could just flip her eyes open and tell them what had happened to her out there; if only she could just do it - there wouldn't be a problem.

I felt myself instantly move towards her, but a hand pulled me back. My glare shot towards the owner of the grip to find Jasmine half smiling at the scene unfolding before her. She looked all too pleased with what was about to happen. The glass made it impossible for the two to hear or see us, but we could see them and hear them perfectly clear like they were on display. They were. “As you can see, these are the very first BlueBloods we’ve come across in decades.” He pointed towards Raven and looked back at the people. Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass.

"Darra's the one that usually deals with this thing but try turning it on now." I did and it buzzed to life. The rich, black nice smelling, hot liquid pouring into the brown mug I had set under it. Blake was still trying to steady the plug under the table and I couldn't help but observe the contraction of his back muscles underneath his black tee. "Thank you." I heard him grunt a reply from under, which I took as Blake being remotely friendly. I picked up the mug and the worse that could ever happen, did happen as I by some unexplainable force, I tripped on my own foot and lost a hold on the mug containing the hot liquid.

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.

They both nodded to me as I entered. I grabbed a clean wine glass and a coffee mug from the hutch. Walking over to the barrels I filled the mug halfway full. Grabbing the wine glass I walked down the isles of werewolves. All shackled to the wall some with iv lines hanging from them draining their blood into bags for later and some resting and rebuilding their stock. A woman of maybe twenty five caught Braxton’s interest. I shut the line off to the bag and rerouted it into my glass.

Afterall I am a Lockhart, they would definitely find out and when they do, they would surely kill me. I was shaking like a leaf, as the machine made loud whirring sounds. It went on for a minute, before it began to spurt out the blood into the vials, only a small part, the very top part of my blood in the vials turned out blue.

“Not to mention if Cameron comes home tired and thirsty and finds out that you have destroyed it again and he has to drink his blood cold, you’re dealing with his temper, not I.” “Good point,” he put the casing back on and slid the machine back onto its shelf. “I’m just… intrigued as to how it works.” “You could attend the courses in town,” she pointed out going to the fridge and retrieving two of the squishy round balls that were the Mer alternative to plastic and contained the blood donations made by the human population. She dropped them into two Mer-crafted mugs. “Put the Mer Microwave to good use and nuke us a snack.”