Character Cup Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

The teacup was part of an expensive tea set and a collector’s item. Agnes was strict with her lifestyle standards and if the cup was not something of her preference, she would never drink from it. Luca knew her preference, so she brought in the teacup to please her. Agnes looked at the cup on the table. She picked it up to have a closer look. It sparked joy in her gaze. “You are a smart girl. You know what I like. This is from Uleania, right? I haven’t seen this brand before.”