Defying Gravity Starbucks Cup Novels & Stories

She smiles knowing me too well. By the time l got to my apartment,everyone was already there playing beer pong, my specialty. Snaking my hand around Kira's waist we walk in to the party. "Game night." Grayson shouts I can deal with that, we started off with the easy things like beer pong, charades and it was time for the hot staff. Truth or double dare.(remember that face from truth or dare movie.) "I will play it safe. Truth." El starts "Just how long does it for Jose to nut when you give him bjob." Lucas asks

I wanted to say that I want to be alone, but then that would be so selfish… I mean they’re out of my problem, anyway. “Okay. No problem,” I replied instead and took a sip of my frappe. The server smiled again before turning her back. I kept my head down as I continuously sipped on my drink. Later on, I felt someone sitting across my chair, must be my share. “You forgot your iPad.” I literally stopped sipping my frappe and I almost spit it out when I heard that voice. My eyes widened as I looked up to the man who was handing my iPad. Freak.

He gathered himself, took a frustrated breath, and pointed his car towards Starbucks. Dane robotically ordered his morning Quad Grande - half fat - Extra Hot - Caramel - Macchiato - upside down, still lost in thought. Today he would have a chance; one single opportunity to explain why these women should be considered one case; why a task force was needed. How could he explain it to the A.D.D if he couldn’t verbalize it to himself? He couldn’t just say he KNEW...and it WAS a necessary expenditure. He would have to give them something concrete. He only needed one thread, but damned if he'd been able to find it. He'd have this morning; and ONLY this morning to find it. Was that possible?

The Hale Fortress. The Living Room. Wednesday. 7:00 PM. The first sign that reality was collapsing was the tea. Vespera Hale (The Architect) was pouring a cup of Earl Grey. The liquid left the spout of the porcelain teapot, but it didn't hit the cup. It curled upward. It formed a perfect, steaming spiral in the air, defied gravity, and then dissolved into a cloud of ones and zeros. Vespera stared at the glitching tea. She didn't scream. She simply set the teapot down on the coaster.

"Where did you get a cup of coffee this size?" "Starbucks," he responds, like he didn't just say the last thing I expected to hear. "It's the only place ye can get a trente." I stare at him like he's lost his mind. "How do you know they have trentes?" "Everyone knows they have trentes." Maybe it's the exhaustion, but I'm so confused. "You don't like Starbucks, Da. It's a chain and according to you, they help contribute to the rising cost of living and ultimate demise of the state of the economy."

The coldness of the floor only heightened the sense of loneliness during those agonizing moments, causing Eira to sob even harder. Her voice was almost gone. She could no longer even speak into her phone, which kept ringing with calls from Lucas. Eira didn’t want anyone to see how terrifying hanahaki was as it tried to pull her soul out of her body. There was one thing Eira realized most clearly from the pool of blood and the flower petals. Hanahaki was the very definition of painful beauty. “Cough… ugh…!” Eira’s body tensed every time she coughed—then went limp and helpless.

Something seemed to have snapped inside Morningstar. Despite always being a man who wore a smile regardless of danger or insult, this time he genuinely looked as though he had reached his limit. What his subordinate had said had gone too far. The man hadn't merely tried to force him into making a decision. He had questioned him, challenged him, and openly implied that he was weak. Evangeline couldn't tell which offense had angered Morningstar more, but whatever it was, it had clearly struck a nerve.

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

"We can be stronger." "Absolutely," I agree. "Plenty stronger." There's a moment of silence in the kitchen as Evans returns to the French press, portioning out two cups of coffee for both of us. He slides mine across the counter. I catch it, blowing cool air over its surface. He watches me wordlessly, and suddenly, I begin to feel self-conscious. What if I accidentally sounded sarcastic—insincere?

Under the immense gravity, Tyron felt as insignificant as an ant. Boom! The crushing gravity tore through the air, shattering everything in its path, leaving the onlookers in awe. Swoosh! Ahead of them, one of the Astrals sneered. "Do you really think you can defy the heavens? You're not qualified to ascend this cloud staircase. You're overestimating yourself!" he mocked. Adrian's eyes flashed with determination and anger. "I don’t need anyone to tell me how to handle my affairs." His speed then surged, and he shot into the air.