Novel & Cerita It's Just An Empty Cup

A faint invisible residue that I took earlier from the poison parcel transfers from my fingertips directly into the empty crystal cup. The poison substance is colourless and odorless as expected. And now it rests quietly inside the vessel meant to return to the Alpha and his Luna. I almost smile wider at the simplicity of it all, then I hand the cup back toward the servant girl. "Thank you," I tell her graciously. "Now my dream of having a taste of the wine has come true. And I must say it truly deserves its reputation." The girl bows immediately as she accepts the cup again. "It is an honor, Your Grace."

"I like your answer, Riley Wood." "Drink it!" Andrew said again. Riley nodded politely and held the rim of the glass. His hands suddenly warmed and he slowly blew on the coffee then drank two sips. Andrew observed it invisibly and then said, “What do you think of this cup?” Andrew's question immediately surprised Riley. What does it mean? Why even discuss cups? What does a cup have to do with a potential soldier's abilities? Riley thought confused. Andrew, who saw the confused expression on Riley's face, smiled again, he tilted his head slightly and said, "That cup is quite a special and rare cup."

“Fiftieth floor, Carter Industries Tower. That’s not here?” “No,” Vivi said slowly. “Huh.” He shrugged easily. “My mistake.” He turned toward the car. Then— “Oh, would you mind throwing this away for me?” He held out a large plastic soda cup. Vivi stared at him, confused. “Wouldn’t want to litter,” Zayne added. Suspicious, Vivi took the cup, feeling the weight inside it. Her brow furrowed. Zayne’s grin widened. “Sort it into plastic and paper for me, yeah?” He winked. “See you next time.”

I whispered to Ryan. He turns to me. "It's easy, you just need to throw the ball in the opponent's cup. If the ball lands inside the cup they have to drink its contents." My eyes widen and my head quickly snaps to the cups that were filled to the brim. Nerves instantly swim in my stomach. "So you're saying if so happens that Blake or Stacy lands the ball in the cup we have to drink?" I question though I knew the answer. "Yeah pretty much." Ryan states and fixes our cups.

Without any heat or anything, just trying to tell him that I'm ok. He did not look relieved but went to the nightstand and poured me a jug of black liquid. He handed the Crystal cup to me and the odour emitting was anything but nice. "What is this?" I pointed to the cup "It's medicine." That was the only explanation I got from him as he placed the cup on my lips. Surprisingly it was sweet. Almost too sweet. I shook my head at him, an indication that I was done. But he shook his head "You have to finish it."

He asked of me. “Oh, Alright. I got it.” I voiced out as I reached out to the cup, but then, the cup still seemed far away. More like I was having trouble trying to get to it with my seatbelts on. The cup had rolled to the empty space which was beyond where we had our legs on. Then Lucas also reached out his hand, and when I had finally gotten it. Our hands touched, and I felt this surge of electricity move up in my body. I gasped, and sat up.

She said before hanging up. “Can I have another cup please?” Ayva asked, holding her cup up in both hands like a five-year-old. “Of course.” I said reaching out to take her empty cup. As our fingers brushed against each other, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, but I quickly composed myself, pretending not to notice her swift retreat.

My head’s spinning a little bit, and again, I’m not sure if it’s the beer or my own wayward thoughts. Nobody’s around the kegs, so I pick up the nozzle to fill my cup myself- though when I hold it over the rim and press down, barely a trickle comes out. I’ve never used a keg before, but I’m guessing this means it’s empty? I press and unpress the little lever on the nozzle several times, to no avail. And then I feel him prowling up behind me.

Besides I am way too young to be a mother. We arrive back home and we walk inside. I hold the back as if my life depends on it. Not knowing what to do with it. My grandmother walks into the kitchen and I follow her. She grabs a plastic cup from the cabin and hands it to me. I look at the cup and then back at her confused. "It is empty?" I tell her not knowing what I am supposed to do with an empty cup. "You need to pee in it," She says laughing while she grabs the cup from my hands and walks towards the bathroom.