Rwby Caffeine Novels & Stories

She snarks. I don’t say a thing. I still feel bad for yelling at her that one day, but I freaked out when Nick came and asked if I had seen her. After I had answered him and then he said that no one had seen her for a few hours I thought the worst. “I come bearing coffee,” Brady announces. Kyaria bounces over to him excitedly for her coffee. It’s the same every time. A large iced raspberry mocha with coconut milk and whip cream.

ROMAN. A cup of coffee obscured my vision. I grunted thanks and took a much-needed gulp of it. Brock chuckled and started the car. He knew that my morning functionality stayed about 10% until I got some caffeine in my system. That was what made him the best Beta that I could’ve asked for.

Eat some protein, Albert. Willow empathized with his fellow millennial’s preference for the heavenly liquid given by the Brazilian forest angels, but he was concerned that Albert might just be running on java fumes while making his heart beat like a hummingbird. “Iced venti café latte for Albert?” the barista called. He got even more concerned when he realized that it was a caffeinated latte. “Thank you.” Albert’s smile looked so kind-hearted that Willow got taken aback by it.

Doctors keep switching in and out of the emergency room, it's post an hour and Ryker takes me to get coffee for everyone. Aurora is still with Cassian, both of them gloomy. Cassian is showing her something on his phone, she seems to like it a lot and I'm glad she does. I leave Ryker and sit beside Cassian, giving him a coffee, he passes it to Aurora but I intervene. “Here you go,” I offer her one with full cream like she prefers. “No, hospital coffee nauseates me.” she dismisses it. I put the coffee cup back in the tray and focus on Cassian's phone, he's playing casino games, betting more than he should on an automated phone game.

"Please tell me you brought caffeine," I muttered, dragging my half-dead corpse across the campus quad like a zombie who'd made questionable life choices and was now paying for them in sleep deprivation. Chantelle practically bounced beside me like she'd been mainlining Red Bull since dawn. "I brought something better." I blinked through my exhaustion-induced brain fog. "What's better than caffeine? Because if you say cocaine, I'm calling your therapist." "A man with breakfast." "Hi, ladies." Jaden materialized behind us like some kind of rom-com fairy godmother with perfect timing. "Thought you might need fuel for Martinez's daily psychological warfare session."

Ryu replied, trying to keep a straight face. "Really?" Ryu questioned, surprised. "Most people say that I look like the sugar and milk kind of guy. I actually like sweet stuff but I'm kinda addicted to the bitter taste of coffee. It's because..." He suddenly paused and frowned. Why did he like black coffee? Aito thought hard but he couldn't remember and it made his head ache. Aito was already familiar with this kind of headache. It happened every time he tried to remember something but each time, it seemed like something was blocking his memories. Like a very thick wall.

This wolf might be Drew, but he still had absurdly large, pointy teeth. “You stay up really late,” I said. “Or get up really early? I didn’t even smell any coffee in the kitchen.” Jesus, fresh coffee. My mouth watered. And then I remembered. “Not that I’d enjoy it if I drank it. Do you think it’d at least make me feel more energetic? You don’t think they, like, shut off my caffeine receptors, right? That’d go beyond cruel and unusual and into unthinkably sadistic.” Drew-the-wolf nodded again, vigorously, his ears twitching.

He said softly. Looking at Grainne obediently drank all the milk, there was a white ring in her mouth, like old man's white beard! Carwyn laugh, really like a child! "So Phong, why don't you drink?" Grainne saw Carwyn holding a cup of coffee and asked. "I have a habit of drinking a cup of coffee in the morning!" Carwyn explains, "It keeps me awake to work all day!" "Really?" Looking at Grainne with longing eyes looking at the cup of coffee in her hand, her face clearly showing a desire to taste, Carwyn asked again, "Grainne, I want to drink it.

I huffed pushing the door open “ Creed doesn’t think cream cheese on a bagel tastes good. He’s literally not human.” Ryan griped “ Is that really what you two are arguing about?” Walking over to the coffee mug that sat on my desk I can tell it is hot which means the cook just brought it in not too long ago. Taking a sip, I take in the hotness that runs down my throat as peace in this messed up word. Anyone who says coffee has no effect on you mentally are people who have never drank and enjoyed coffee before.

He enjoyed the excellent taste of a beer, and then his attention was pulled back to Brady. “Do you think it’s a good idea to have a conversation with Cassie to understand why she did it?” Brady asked. “I’m confused.” Rye said, “Well, she didn’t say you could never talk to her again.” Brady's hand trembled while holding the chilly metal container, displaying his excitement. He opened the can rapidly, and the carbonation was audible. Brady was familiar with the hops and wheat fragrance in the room. He enjoyed each sip of the creamy concoction with a grin. The rich aroma made him inhale deeply and fill his lungs with delight.