Rwby Caffeine Novels & Stories

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.

This is my third cup of coffee this morning but it’s not just working the magic. The caffeine isn’t just hitting like I need it to. I keep yawning after every five minutes and it is almost getting weird at this point. I’m just glad I’m seated at the back of the board room so I’m glad that people can’t notice how I have been embarrassing myself with the yawns.

"What is it?" "Raspberry white mocha. I got it from the coffee shop across the street." "We'll have to go there soon." I sat in one of the chairs at the small table and watched carefully for any signs the sedative was working. Lorenzo hadn't told me how much to give Caden, and by the time I realized that it was too late. I hoped the whole baggie wasn't too much. "Are you picking the Princess up?" I asked as casually as I could.

I swear if they tested him there would be more coffee than blood running through him. “Would you want to drink anything from here?” Cayden looks at him with his brows raised. “They might try poisoning you.” he says with a grin, making me shake my head. I am sure all Cayden does is wind his friend up. Though he is amusing, there is no denying that. “We will find a Starbucks on the way home, get you the biggest coffee imaginable to make up for it okay? Maybe even a cake too.” I suggest. Jackson grins at me. “And that is why you are my mate.”

He rested a hand near the gear stick and every now and then his fingers brushed mine. The cafe was quiet when we got there. The familiar smell of warm bread and coffee that I loved in my childhood and still love wrapped around me. Sunlight slid across the wooden floor. A few people typed on laptops. Two old men argued softly over a chessboard. Everything felt normal. That helped. Ryan pointed at a small table by the window. “I’ll take the far corner,” he said. “If you need me, look up.” “Okay.” He waited for me to take my seat and then went to the other side of the room. He bought a coffee he had no plan to drink and took out his phone. But he wasn’t really on it. I could tell.

“Grab some coffee first. You need a good dose of caffeine before seeing the worst.” I grumbled but did as he said. I did need caffeine. I usually enjoyed half and half in my coffee, but I knew the stuff in the fridge had spoiled by now. I took some natural sugar from the cabinet and stirred a teaspoon into my mug. I pulled a chair close to Brack so I could see the screen. “Ah hell, I look like you slipped me a date rape drug.” I took a sip of coffee and allowed the taste to help me overcome my mortification. My walk of shame pic was truly appalling.

I groaned at him. “We will just have to keep practicing until you get used to it,” he smirked confidently and my cheeks got flushed thinking about how we ‘practiced’ last night. He pushed the coffee towards me. “Drink up. It’s a special blend. It will make you feel better.” His eyes held a suspicious twinkle, but I wasn’t going to argue. I could be a raging bitch if I didn’t get my caffeine. I wasn’t sure how good it was going to make me feel, though. I loved coffee, actually I was pretty much addicted to it, but today I wasn’t just tired or needed a burst of energy. I felt dead. I doubted a quad espresso could even lift me up. I had all intentions of starting a gym membership or something b

"The swelling in his brain shows signs of easing." Rosalyn nodded. Her fingertips traced gently over the glass, as if reaching through the barrier to touch the man who had taken a fatal blow for her. "Spacing out again?" Wendy's voice came from behind her. Wendy had on a black turtleneck today, and her pale complexion stood out even more. She carried two cups of coffee. "Here." Wendy handed one to Rosalyn. "No sugar, double espresso. Your usual." Rosalyn accepted it. She could feel the warmth through the paper cup. "Thanks."

I stall. “Let me make you a coffee. I’d like to show you when it’s completely finished if that’s okay with you.” I am sweating under my pits; he will freak if he sees Cody. “Absolutely, whenever you are ready. You making two coffees?” He asks with raised eyebrows as he clocks the machine whirring away and two cups underneath it. “Er, I’m a bit tired.” “You need to watch your caffeine intake, Missy. You know too much isn’t good enough.”

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.