Character Cup Novels & Stories

Cordelia asked, her blue eyes twinkling as she put a hand on her hip. "A celebration, duh!" Germaine replied, hopping like a rabbit. Their excited chatter continued until Clara, the waitress popped her head through the swing door. "We have two orders for one Frappuccino and cappuccino and two angel cupcakes." "Coming right up." Maria said, already getting the orders ready.

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

When I reach the living room, I see Cupid standing in the middle of about six racks of clothes, each one around a foot taller than he is. I wouldn't have been able to see him if not for my heels. Cupid is a short, chubby, bald guy, and today he’s dressed in a white three-piece suit. It’s almost funny how our outfits contrast with the reds and blacks that cover everything in here.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek, holding his face against mine. “You look positively delicious” he whispered and then leaned back with a devilish smirk. We left Lupus at the edge of the stage and Gunner walked with me into the middle, where we stood in front of Artemis. He was wearing his usual brown fur coat that hung past his knees. He was holding a giant silver cup that had two large handles on either side. He held the cup forward and Gunner took it from his hands. Grab the handle closest to me and hold the cup in between us. Gunner flashed.

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.

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.

Elizabeth looked at the rose-gold cup in her hand and was extremely fond of it, "What are you talking about? He didn't treat me specially, did he? As you said, he didn't buy it in person. Maybe Director Fang took it wrong." "Humph! Don't deny it! Yesterday your husband asked Director Fang to buy us cups of this brand, so I searched it online. Although our cups are not cheap, the color and style of the cup you are holding are exclusive. There is a special logo at the bottom of the cup. You can have a look if you don't believe me!" Elizabeth turned it over, only to see that there was an eagle that had spread its wings carved at the bottom of the cup. "But, your cup is really beautiful!"

Among them, two sets of the coffee cups were white and only one was of black and red color, respectively. They looked quite conspicuous. The three sets of coffee cups were all designed in a quite simple and elegant way. Only a small part on them could show that they were cups for a couple. Dave looked at me and asked, "Which set do you like?" "Mr. Mitaka, I'll use a mug. Giving me a high grade cup will be a waste." I said calmly. Only the rich ladies would drink their afternoon tea with a high grade cup. Seeing that I refused, he rested his hand on the set of cups, which were of black and red color respectively, and asked, "What do you think of this pair?"

Thinking that it is maybe natural for a woman to admire beautiful cups, Junhui exchanged their cups. “Sure,” he agreed. Celine’s eyes widened again. If Junhui knew that there’s a drug in the cup, he wouldn’t agree at her favor. “If you really like that cup so much, you can take it back home,” he murmured, blushing. Next, he lifted the cup, that has drug on it, and about to take a sip. Fortunately, Celine stopped him before the liquid wetted his lips. “Wait!” Celine held his wrist.

Russell directly lifted the person up and walked into the bathroom. There were three ceramic cups on the washstand, one blue, one pink, and one yellow. "We went to the ceramic shop to make pottery before Gilberto kidnapped us," Russell told her. "These two, the pink and blue ones, are made by you and later colored according to your preference. The yellow one is special, it's made for the baby. Because I think both a baby boy and a baby girl can use yellow. The three cups represent our family of three. In the morning, I will fill half a cup of warm water for the three cups. For breakfast, I will fill the three cups with hot milk. At noon, I will pour homemade drinks into the three cups. And f