Character Cup Novels & Stories

He signed: "The cup of tea." She: "Yes." He: "It's the decaffeinated one." She: "You can tell from a drawing?" He: "I can tell from the cup. You use a different cup for the decaffeinated." She looked at the drawing. He was right. The cup she had drawn was the wider, blue-rimmed one she had started using for the decaffeinated variety. She had drawn it without thinking. The hand had recorded something the mind had not consciously chosen.

I swallowed the food and replied in a hum. “Cute pyjamas.” I said plainly, keeping my act together. Cupcake glanced at the top. It had a HelloKitty on it. “Thanks.” She replied timidly. I kept the cutlery in the plate. I reached for the cup beside it and picked it up by the handle. I took a sip of the coffee in it. I kept it back on the saucer. I watched as she served her. I cleared my throat. “What time did you come back?” She asked softly, without making eye contact. She poured some juice into a glass.

The bar guy ask with a face filled up with smiles "Cappuccino…" I muttered laying my purse on my lap, I could see the bar guy widen his eye in surprise, but hell….Catherine Myers does not want to get herself drunk, I just want to get high but not drunk so I'd better go with a cup of Cappuccino I look around the club and surely, it's cool but not surely for kids, a lot of people were making out by the corners, some were smoking while some were doing a whole lot of nasty stuff

"So you want a pop then?" "It's so cute how you call it pop." "Whatever." I pass him the cold can of pop I'll never be able to call soda and reach toward the cupboard to get two glasses. Trey beats me there but stops. He turns and in his hand holds the neon green cat cup from the little bar where we were met. "You kept yours?" I turn a little red for some reason. "Yeah." He sets the cup in question on the counter and opens his pop pouring some in. "I still have mine too."

“Ah!” She’s looking quite chipper, a cardboard cup tray dangling from her fingertips in a way that makes me so sure she’s stabbed her nails into the bottom to hold it still. “I was hoping you lot would be up! Coffee?” She plops it down rather unceremoniously. I find myself looking closely as Damon lifts one with his name scrawled on the lid, but it doesn’t seem to have any puncture holes through the bottom. Strange, considering how perfectly she’d sat the thing on the tips of her fingers. I take one. No crows today.

Andrew, who saw the confused expression on Riley's face, smiled again, he tilted his head slightly and said, "That cup is quite a special and rare cup." Riley increasingly didn't understand. However, when he remembered that James took a long time too when he entered this particular room, perhaps it was also influenced by such strange talk as well. So, the young man tried to respond to Andrew, "This cup is indeed very elegant." Riley wasn't lying. When he touched the cup again, he could judge that it was not an ordinary cup. Most likely the cup was one of the luxurious cups usually worn by members of the royal family.

Carlos POV As expected, it wasn't easy to get the chocolate cupcake and ice-cream at this hour. It took us a while to search for the coffee shop that opens 24 hours. "Happy?" I asked her once I entered the car and passed her the paper bag in my hand. "Why can't we eat there?" She looked at the 24 hours coffee shop near the road. "Hell no, I'm not going to let anyone see you like this. This is only for me." I said glancing at her beside me and started to drive to the penthouse.

She'd either have to find a way to wash them or throw them out. Killian was in the kitchen, waiting as a stream of water from a fancy machine somehow miraculously turned into coffee. "Instant?" she asked. "Although at this point I'd take anything." He shook his head. "One of my new toys. It's a Keurig." He indicated a carousel filled with a variety of tiny sealed cups. "We've got every kind of coffee or tea you can think of. Brewed in less than sixty seconds. What's your pleasure?"

Because of that, even if they do have teacups to match the etiquettes of drinking tea, I went off and bought big mugs for us, used to drink any kind of concoctions, be it tea or coffee, or even protein shake because of a diet. For a moment, Carter was stammering his answer, the huge mug cupped by both of his palms looked big in comparison, before he answered with a reluctant, “Why do you ask?” I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Nothing. Just asking for opinion. Minerva looks like a kind person so I was wondering if you thought of the same thing.” Was partially a lie. I know Minerva’s true behaviour as well as a character inside a novel. Real depiction might be different.

He was holding a paper cup with the logo of my favorite café on it. "How did you get that?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep. "That shop is three hours away." "I have a fast car, and I know the owner," Silas said. He walked over and handed me the cup. It was perfectly hot. "I realized that in my rush to give you everything new, I forgot to give you the things you actually liked."