Character Cup Novels & Stories

"Yours." This cup may appear simplistic, but its craftsmanship was very complicated. It could be considered a work of art. She pushed it to Mo Feitong with all her strength. It was as if she wanted to push him over, but also as if she wanted to push him far away. Mo Feitong glanced at the cup. It was a straight cylinder in shape, with a rough greyish-brown exterior and a delicate blue glaze inside. At the bottom of the cup was a green leaf and nothing else was decorated with any patterns.

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."

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.

“Did you get it figured out?” Cindy stared at the offered cup in Mick’s hands. “Oatmilk and-” “Vanilla syrup.” Mick set the cup next to Cindy’s laptop. “I know better than to offer you black coffee.” “Good boy,” Cindy huffed, going back to search for the names of our other housemates.

" Hunter held out his hand to me. "What are you going to do with this cup? How are you going to fix it? I thought you came with a similar new cup? I'll buy it at any price if you have it." Hunter seemed to frown. "Is this cup that special to you? I don't have the same cup and of course there's no time to buy a new one." "Then how are you going to fix this broken cup?" I'm amazed. "I'll tell you the secret as long as you accept my invitation to go out and have dinner."

“You don’t want that hanging over Frostbane. Rivals would laugh, the moon goddess would turn her back. Let her have her life. We have ours.” The room falls quieter. She reaches over to the nightstand, picking up a small ceramic cup filled with a steaming liquid. She holds it out to me, her movements careful. “Here. Drink this. It will help you relax. Ease the tension.” I take the cup, my hands steady but slow, and bring it to my lips. I don’t ask what it is, I just gulp it all down in one long swallow. It’s warm, with a herbal taste, slightly bitter but not unpleasant. I hand the empty cup back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Thanks.”

They high-fived, smiling comfortably. Are they dating? Gabriella wondered with a soft smile. They looked good together. Minutes passed. Jasper hadn’t returned. Everyone else was busy chatting. Heat built in the room, making Gabriella uncomfortable. She stood quietly and slipped toward the kitchen to get herself a drink. The kitchen was crowded but calmer. She grabbed a red plastic cup, poured beer, and gulped it down thirstily. “Wow,” a male voice laughed behind her. “You drink like a champion.” She turned to see a blond stranger watching her with a crooked grin.

☁️ 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.”