Coffee Mugs On Blue Bloods の小説・ストーリー

Sterling, the chairman, before I left. I placed the coffee box in front of him when he settled down in his office. He immediately picked up one of the to-go cups and took a sip out of it, which he let out almost immediately. "What the f*ck! What is that?" He placed the cup on the table. I opened it to see its contents and sighed, "It's black coffee, and that was an exaggerated reaction. It's not that bitter." I placed it back on the table and turned around to get some napkins for him when he gasped slightly, "Oh my God, is that blood on your leg?"

Just as Kate opened her mouth to say something else, the dinner bell rang, and the pack made their way to the dining room. The massive table in the centre of the room was laden with platters of food. Silver candelabra sat between them, giving the giant room an intimate glow. Sapphira had never been in this room, with its deep red walls and blue velvet curtains. Portraits of previous alphas hung on the walls, with golden nameplates underneath. For such a small pack, this was an impressive show of wealth.

Gabriel just looked at her sheepishly as he saw the hope die down in his mate's eyes she was under the impression she might have a second cup of coffee waiting for her later on, as he poured the rest of the blood bag into the Thermo mug. “I might drink it,” Scarlett said, eyeing the mug of mixed content as she weighed her options of a coffee high. “Ew,” Sasha and Lydia said in Unison. Scrunching up their noses in disgust at the idea of their friend drinking blood-infused coffee. “Desperate times ladies,” Scarlett said, shrugging her shoulders. “I will break Mikael’s neck and drive you to the nearest coffee spot before I let you drink that,” Lydia said eyeballing Mikael’s McDonald’s coffee mu

' He said rubbing his slightly haired jaw. Nerves once again took hold of me and made me stand up and fiddle with my fingers nervously. 'Well... Uhmm... I...' i sighed deeply and pinched my nose. 'Fuck. I can't do it this way.' I grabbed the cup of hot chocolate and walked to the kitchen. I poured it empty and walked back to Giovanni who was sitting confused on the couch. I placed the cup in his hands and pointed to the bottom. He looked inside and frowned. 'Grace, what's going on? There's nothing in here.' 'Fucking hell wrong cup.' I muttered. I grabbed the other cup and threw the content in one of the bowls filled with chips. I placed the now good cup in Gio's hands and nervously waited fo

Melodias Bluemoon Here I am now sitting beside the woman in black, frowning because she had the audacity to ruin my table top. This mahogany table came from the Southern Kingdom, made by the most skilled craftsman. The Bluemoon crest was carved skillfully in the middle of the table. Now the crest looked like something that came out of a horror movie. “This coffee tastes good.” She said with a smile, as if minutes ago she wasn’t trying to take my life. “Thanks.”

And that never happens. I tip the cup in my hand and down the last bit of the blood-brewed coffee. Thick, dark, and bitter on my tongue. A blend from the Carmine Arabica plantations, the kind of beans only cultivated in blood-fed soil. Vampires have been growing it for centuries. We call it Sanguara. It's just enough to pass for normal and keep the skin from going pale. It dulls the thirst too. But it doesn’t drown it. Especially mine and my brothers’.

My mind just went blank. Ding! The coffee pot signaled it was done brewing, snapping me out of my blank stare. Did I just fall asleep standing up? Maybe I was more tired than I thought. Oh well, filling up a large coffee mug with coffee. I topped it with cream and sugar. I loved this mug. It was a tall brown mug with a picture of a black wolf walking in snow. His head was down and his teeth were out. It was his eyes that captured me. They were like sky blue almost but held all the emotions within. Walking back to the living room, I sat my mug down and picked up the pen and paper. Penelope had started an inventory of everything. Starting on the right side of the room and waving my way to the

He was in his uniform, holding a beautiful and delicate girl in his arms. They looked perfect together. When I confronted him with it, he barely glanced at the photo. He was calm and unbothered as he replied, "It was just some foolishness from when I was young." If that reckless youth had returned, what was I supposed to be? When Ethan returned that evening, he held a box of chestnut cake in his hand. Unlike usual, I did not go to take his coat or ask about his day. I offered no warmth or care.

Blue chuckled, then she let go of Olivia's hand, and walked back to her position. "What do I offer you guys?" She asked. I moved to sit on the stool at the front bar, and Olivia sat beside me. She pursed her lips in a scowl and I could tell she didn't like the closeness between blue and I. "Cosmopolitan. What would you like muffins?" I asked. "Cocktail." She said. "Okay! One glass of Cosmopolitan and cocktail coming right up." Blue said, excitedly. As she prepared the drinks, the door opened and a lady walked in. Blue and I glanced at her. She was a supernatural, but I couldn't tell what she was.

Cam looks apologetic. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. That’s actually super adorable. Oh! But I can help. Give me a sec.” She disappears through a door behind the bar for a minute and comes back with a black coffee mug. She places it on the bar. I peer over the rim and see a silverish liquid that is definitely not a drink. I’m assuming it’s a potion.