Character Cup Novels & Stories

There are white dots on the tea. She clenched her hand around the cup and then put it down. “What? You don’t like tea?” Vincent asked. “May I ask for a favor?” Maxine said while forcing a smile on her lips. “Huh?” “Let’s exchange our cups. I love the design of your cup.” She pointed to the cup in front of Vincent. With downcast eyes, Vincent glanced at his own cup. He didn’t have the chance to date a girl, so he doesn’t know what girls’ preferences are. Thinking that it is maybe natural for a woman to admire beautiful cups, Vincent exchanged their cups.

he intentionally got on my nerves as he sipped from his cup. “ If you're done talking, let's have a little toast, ” I picked up my glass and raised it in the air. “ What are we, little kids?” He raised his too regardless of how much he complained. “ Says the guy with a blue cup,” I retorted with a smug on my face. Why did he pick such an immature cup design? “ You're not one to talk, pinkie,” he darted the same look at me. My glass cup was pink and had floral designs, just my luck.

No mountain can break us, no enemy can bend, To the Lycan King's honor, we fight to the end!* Tate then abruptly pushed the cup he was carrying into my hands, giving me a bright grin. "Here, you can have this one." I collected the wooden cup from him, pulling down my mask with my free hand, and sniffed the dark liquid inside. It had a unique, sweet aroma. "When was this brewed?" "I'm not really sure, but it’s the good stuff," Tate replied.

In the morning, two cups already out. Of course.

Miss Price is obviously very proud of this part of the school, her face shines with happiness. “We also have our own coffee kiosk up here, it works the same as down in the library. Let’s grab a drink, shall we while we wait for Liv and Ryder? Miss Price shows me how to use my ID card and use the machines. I understand the bottles and mugs now. If you forget or lose your cup, then you need to buy a new one from a vending machine, no dirty cups or disposable waste. We were sitting and going through my schedule, when six people rocked up. I recognised the two boys from earlier, and the third I recognised from the mission file, Future Alpha Rider Stone.

Then he took a sip from the glass that was on the table. “Um… Not really. This is a Caramel Macchiato. She said and took another sip of her coffee, but it tasted different. Oh no! This is not Caramel Macchiato. She took a sip again... and again... That's Cappuccino. Then she read the name written in black ink over the cup that said "Chris".

It had a unique swirl at the base, like a signature of whoever made it. Abigail followed my gaze and tensed just slightly. “Ah. That’s Alpha Hayden’s favorite cup.” “Favorite?” I blinked. “It looks... kind of old.” She nodded. “It is. But he’s very particular about it. No one touches it unless they absolutely have to.” Curiosity tugged at me. “Can I check? Just for a second?” She hesitated, then smiled. “No problem. Just be careful.” I reached up, stretching onto my toes. My fingers brushed the base of the cup and it slipped.

was back. He walked up to the counter, expression as unimpressed as ever. “Large Americano.” Celine plastered on her brightest smile, determined not to mess this up. “Name for the cup?” “You know my name,” he said with a raised brow. “I just like hearing you say it,” she teased. “Who knows, maybe I’ll spell it right this time.” He smirked faintly, clearly not convinced. “Fine. Liam. Four letters. Simple.” She exaggerated the writing motion, Marker poised, then slid the cup toward him with a flourish. He checked it.

He doesn’t have any expectations whatsoever and even though he knows a vendor that Alistair uses to get all those things ready whenever he wants to pamper Sophia whenever she is on her period and she is grumpy as hell because she is like a little sister to him, but it will take so much time for the dispatch rider to come from inside town to where he is, because they are like 2 hours away from town. Caleb's eyes scan the departmental store for a Stanley cup, even though he knows that he may not find something like that, inside such a store, but he not only finds something similar to the Stanley cup, which was from THS the Heartist Shop, he found Stanley accessories branded with THS like a THS

Silence fills the air as I look over an article. "Can you read any of this?" I ask, my mind trying to silently pronounce the words. She slips off the bed and sits next to me, crossing her legs Indian style. "I can read some of it. Like here," she points to the page showing some limited edition cup, I don't know I don't look at it long. I watch Tate, as her eyes light up at the magazine. "It's a cup they use for their protein powder, which helps them get strong for fights," she explains. Her eyes meet mine, and she taps the page.