Character Cup Novels & Stories

The Cup parade went through the city on an open-top bus, the Cup itself moving from player to player at a pace nobody had actually planned in advance, just happening organically as the mood shifted. "Your turn," Reyes said, passing it to me somewhere around the second block, both hands extended carefully like he was handing over something fragile despite the Cup being made of solid silver and weighing considerably more than fragile things usually weighed. "I had it ten minutes ago." "Doesn't matter. Turn's a turn. Hold it again."

I waited. “Make tea she didn’t drink.” A pause. “She said the making of it was the useful part. That by the time she had boiled the kettle and found the cup and decided which one, whatever she had been anxious about had usually sorted itself.” He looked at the cup. “She had very strong opinions about which cup.” “What kind of opinions?” I said. He almost smiled. It did not quite arrive but I saw it trying. “She said mugs were for comfort and cups were for clarity.” He set it back down. “She had a specific one for difficult conversations. White. Very plain. She said a plain cup did not distract from the thinking.”

The mini-fridge on the minibar showcased various beverages and ingredients. Various special-purpose cups were displayed on a shelf next to the mini-fridge—water cups, coffee cups, teacups, red wine glasses, and liquor glasses... Oddly, there was only one of each type of cup, and only one coaster was placed on the bar counter, with only one chair in front of the dining table, placed at the short end. "This person is really strange. What kind of quirks does he have?" Bianca thought and looked at the glass wall behind her.

Others were hanging around in groups, drinking a liquid substance from a red cup which Leigh suspected was booze and talking loudly. They came across a particular group playing the game of passing the cup. A cup was set in the center of a round table, then each player was required to throw a small tennis ball into the cup. If it didn't go in, the player was required to drink a cup of booze. It was at this table, that Leigh noticed Jer and the rest of the basketball team. Touché she thought. The game would be extremely easy for a bunch of guys who thrived on throwing balls into a basket. "Willis! My man." Jer greeted upon sighting Willis. Though Leigh had read his lips rather than heard his v

Cappuccino, specifically. Something creamy and warm, like friendship in a cup. The kettle whirred into action as I picked out my favorite mug, the one Cam had crafted on Mother's Day three years previously, with its drippy swirls and pink heart bearing my name just legibly in the center. I smiled every time I used it. The sachet tore open easily, and I poured it into the mug as steam erupted behind me. Just then, I heard the clicking of heels from behind, slowly approaching me. She did not usually walk that slowly.

Alex's Maybach was parked by the side and he was waiting for Candice by the car. He had also just gotten off work and he was dressed in a suit, looking neat. Alex was fair and looked very good in black, which made him appear noble and cool. However, the noble and cool Alex, was carrying an adorable cup of herbal tea. Candice's footsteps faltered as she looked at the cup of tea. Alex handed her the cup and said calmly. "It's fruit tea, the weather is a bit hot. It's passion fruit flavored. Don't you like passion fruit recently?"

When I looked at Yuki and saw her encouraging smile, I moved forward and stood beside him while Larson stood a step behind us. "Lee," he called loudly. Uncle Lee approached with a wooden cup in his hand and gave it to him. By the scent of the contents in it, I could tell it was wolfsbane and wine. Dad moved the cup to his mouth and drank from it. "With this symbol of renewal and newfound strength and power, I now share and pledge it to its new master and leader," he said loudly and then handed me the cup. I frowned and looked at it, then back at him.

He pushed the black coffee cup into her hand. She wrinkled her nose, staring into the cup. The liquid was crimson in color and smelled mouthwatering though Runa was unsure about drinking the cup's contents. Glancing up to Ciaran, he nodded encouragingly and she slowly lifted the coffee cup to her lips. She let the liquid warmth flow over her tongue, and silenced a moan from bubbling out as she quickly finished off the drink. She licked her lips as she set the cup back down and sighed contentedly, debating whether or not to trace the inside of the glass in search of a lingering droplet or two.

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔.

But the moment the cup arrived in my hands, her smile froze at the corners of her mouth. … Each cup of coffee came with a specially designed sleeve from Ceres Manufacturing. Printed on them were explicit illustrations of Joseph and Monica’s… passionate encounters. Of course, the disgusting parts were pixelated. The people who received the drinks kept glancing between Joseph and Monica. “Usually, she seems so innocent. Didn’t expect her to play like this.” “Ha, look at mine. It’s heavily pixelated, but anyone who’s seen films like this would know it’s hardcore.”