Character Cup Novels & Stories

" 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."

"I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!" She picked up her cup, took a sip, and grinned. "May I have a lid, please?" she smacked her lips, satisfied. "That’s better." Seth, amused, raised his own cup. "Make that two. I want one of those, Dad laughs." Charlene snorted. "We’re going to be high on sugar!" "OMG!" she heard ReNew’s voice, almost startling her out of her skin. "I see you’ve alre

After all, mischievous Karsyn, who knows what tricks she would come up with to tease him. After a while, the servant who had just gone out came back again, holding a tray with four identical patterned porcelain cups on it. The cups were sealed with lids, and there was also a ping pong ball next to them, making it impossible to see what was inside. It made people wonder what was really inside.

AMELIA'S POV "which one is cuter though?" I asked myself as I look at the cups displayed. It has already been days since Philip visited my house and after that visitation, I considered his question. About the business, I really should start pursuing it now. There's a plain matte brown cup and also a plain white cup. And here I am not knowing what to choose. At the end, I bought 8 each. 8 brown cups and 8 white cups.

I told him and he nodded his head. "Oh! I understand now. Your lordship can have it if you like it." He proposed and my eyes widened. It was feigned anyway. "Really? I can?" I asked. "Yes, Lord Magnus." He replied and I smiled. "Thank you very much then. I really do appreciate it. The cup design is unique and eye-catching." I said as I collected the cup back from Sophie and dropped it beside me. "Yes. It was a cup made specially by an expert. If your lordship wants, I can introduce you to him. I can bring him here for you to talk to him and he will make different great cups for your use." He proposed again.

he asked curiously. Cupid smiled "That is me, but you can call me Cupid" he answered, Ricky balked "Cupid? Like THE cupid? Where is your bow and arrow? Where are your wings?" Shotgunning questions. He still did not believe his own eyes. Cupid smirked "I dont use the bow and arrow any more, come on man, that is sooooo fifteen hundreds. Now I use the chat services! and I cant just walk around with my wings out now can I? come on that would raise way too many questions. Anything else?"

"Besides, I think I've had enough coffee today to sink a battleship." "Okay, but if you want anything, just let me know." Rod studied The Cup. "I have to say that's a magnificent piece of metalwork." He ran his finger over the rim of the bowl that served as the crown, then smoothed his palm over all the engraving. "A lot of history here. Some of the greatest teams in professional ice hockey history." "It's a symbol of what we all work for. Kind of the Holy Grail of hockey, I guess."

A plastic tumbler with a Texas Longhorn logo on it. He eyes the cup in my hand. "I can't believe you put that piece of shit in my cabinet." I grin, putting the plastic cup under his ice dispenser in the door. When I have enough, I start mixing my SoCo and iced tea. "Call it a piece of shit all you want, Sully. At any time you coulda thrown it away, but yet here it is. Each and every time I come here and go to make myself a drink. It's in the back, but it's always there."

They always let me attend to them, due to my patience and tolerance levels and above all how l just don't care. Clearing my throat. "What can l get you?" Fishing for my notepad in my apron and flip it through to a fresh page and then looks up to meet their faces worse more Rachael's eyes, the queen of campus so she calls herself. "Burgers and fries and beer will be fine." Lucas breaks the silence "How's the cutie doing today." One of the team members asks l smile just at the mention of Kayla brings me happiness "She's fine thanks for asking." I politely reply.