Bahamut's Light: Chapter 8
The urge to grab his weapon was overpowering, the nod to mug to do the same just as strong. informing him of the knight’s betrayal would do them no good. they all needed their wits about them.
FALLOUT (C1, Act1, Book3)
A coffee cup appeared in her grasp. she put the cubes into the empty mug then closed the freezer. "let me guess...
Scott's Remote | Chapter 8
Scott hesitantly picked up the sippy cup and drank, while the rabbit put away all the dishes and ingredients from her cooking. within a few minutes he had sucked the sippy cup dry, and was feeling especially content.
Some Coffee with the Romance
Zoe poured the coffee into two cups she had set out earlier and mixed it with a rich chocolate syrup. the steam from the cups died down a bit as the chilled syrup entered the drink.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Seven.
Sloan asked as he poured himself a cup. adding more cream than coffee to the mug making the tiger gag. the lion took a long breath of the warm steam wafting from the top of the mug. it made a shiver run down his tail.
Forest Keep 7
Drink" cill took the mug and sniffed at it "what is it?"
First Floor Woes
The man climbed out of the shoe and rested himself on the couch next to the hyena on the couch after taking the coffee cup and taking a sip.
Beer Me
The last bits of foam remained in the mug after a few more moments of drinking, which lined the skunk's upper lip like an alcoholic mustache as he pulled the mug down and set it roughly back onto the table.
Track and Field: Part I
He grinned while shaking his head, and trevor side-stepped as he tossed the broken cup aside. "i'm so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry," i sputtered. "i didn't know you were there."
Meetings of comrades
Frantically, she reached out for her coffee cup with her mind, trying to raise it off the table. but the cup didn't so much as twitch.
"I Hate Valentine's Day"
I need a fucking cup of coffee. i walk through the house and pull a mug out of the pantry and the pitcher from the coffee maker. i fill the mug with the bitter black liquid. i quickly chug a large amount of it. much better.
Return to Vassalized Earth: On the Right Path
An acrid, bitter smell wafted through the air and brolath's nose traced it to a round, white mug that rorth's fingers were clutching. a black fluid was floating in the mug, it looked like sewage.