Teacup Deltarune

The luxurious Willson family villa is brightly lit. Tonight is the birthday banquet of the seventy-year-old Mrs. Willson, the head of the Willson family. Many grandchildren, granddaughters, and grandsons-in-law gave gifts. “Grandma, I heard that you love tea. This century-old Pu’er tea brick is worth 500,000 and is a birthday gift for you.” “Grandma, I heard that you believe in Buddha. This jade Buddha is carved from Hetian jade and is worth 700,000.” Old Mrs. Willson looked at the various gifts and laughed, making the whole family happy. At this moment, Mrs. Willson’s eldest grandson-in-law, Charlie, suddenly said: “Grandma, can you lend me a million? Aunt Lena from the orphanage has uremia and needs money for treatment. The entire Willson family was shocked. Everyone looked at Charlie with incredible eyes. This live-in son-in-law is too courageous, right? The Lady Willson was over her birthday. Not only did he not prepare any gifts, he even dared to open his mouth and ask the Lady Willson to borrow one million? Three years ago, the surviving Mr. Willson, don’t know from where found Charlie, and insisted on marrying his eldest granddaughter Claire Willson to him. At that time, Charlie was penniless, just like a beggar, same as now. After the two got married, the Old Master passed away. Since then, the Willson family has been deliberately trying to drive him away. It’s just that Charlie is indifferent, and is not moved by other people’s insults, so he has always been a live-in son-in-law in the Willson family. It is also helpless to ask the Lady Willson to borrow money today. Aunt Lena from the orphanage where he was taken in and saved, had uremia. Dialysis and kidney transplantation required at least one million. He really had no choice but to speak to the Lady Willson. He felt that today is the Lady Willson’s birthday, and then she may be kind and willing to help when she is happy. Unexpectedly, the Old Mrs. Willson was still laughing for a second, and she immediately pulled her face down this second. She threw the teacup in her hand to the ground and shouted angrily: “b*start thing, you are here to celebrate my birthday or to borrow money?” Charlie’s wife, Claire, hurried forward and explained to the Lady Willson: “Grandma, Charlie is ignorant, don’t be surprised.” With that said, she was about to pull Charlie aside. At this time, Claire’s cousin, Wendy, sneered and said, “Sister, look at what kind of rubbish your marriage is! Gerald and I were just engaged and not yet married, so Gerald gave grandma a Hetian Jade Buddha, it’s good for your husband, he didn’t bring any gifts, and he still have the face to ask grandma to borrow money!”

[A/N: My fiction somehow didn’t meet any of the criteria of the #37 Contest and didn’t count. I know I voted for my own fiction shamelessly and won a place in a previous Cthulhu Contest, but there were only two participants. I’m irritated, but understanding if I wrote content not to Webnovel’s liking. If Webnovel’s not liking my writing, I’m not writing. That’s that.] The Massive Millionaire Market! A place where Immortals and Mortals alike came together and traded goods! Located in Yorefire, everyone could buy or sell! Travelers, peasants, soldiers, or heroes: you could find almost anyone or anything if you had the time and money! All thanks to his “Absolute Free Market” ability, the Third Imperial Majesty started his economic rule! People flourished in what people called “The Capital of Civilization!” Farm hands became nouveau-riche! Expert investors played the bear and bull market to flip teacups! The rich silk-pants threw stacks of Iliac coins in the crowds to grab! No one was left out of the money game, so if you were a fool, you ran around the world seeking fortune elsewhere! Bo knew this and jumped whole-heartedly into the money-making game! His methods as a merchant sounded questionable, but Bo knew he was a true merchant! (Inspired by the game Runescape and authored for Contest #37 on my IPhone.)

The thirty-two-year-old business tycoon, Lu Yinchu, married a woman ten years his junior. The woman was nondescript and insignificant with a mysterious background. In the living room, a certain lady angrily slammed down her tablet before turning to glare at the man who was slowly walking in with a cup of tea. "Husband, there are people online saying that I'm not good enough for you!" "Oh?" The man glanced at her calmly. "In what way are you not good enough for me?" "They said I'm flat-chested!" The woman's face was flushed with anger! Without rushing, the man set down his teacup, pulled the little lady into his arms, and smirked. "Is that so? Let me see..."

Are you an omega? Youngjae used to lie about this question, but one day this lie was finally revealed to the worst man he knew The alpha that should not understand the secret of Youngjae, understood...

In a realm without human beings, the view gazes upon different mortals that dwell in the vivid yet dark Reality with War appearing in different forms. Their efforts are either to be Inherited, to Remain, or to be Forgotten. It is Conceptually served as 'Teacups' for whoever sets an eye upon their chronicles would have different tastes in its flavor.

Breanna Johnson is a striving lawyer trying to make a career for herself. However, her life takes a drastic turn when she meets the handsome yet dangerous prince Kian Leon Thornheart. He is crown prince of the greatest Lycan monarchy on earth. It is love at first sight for Brenna but a part of her saw the danger in the man so she ran away from him. As fate would have it, their parts cross again when Kian saves her life. Although she refuses to acknowledge his help, she falls deeper for the strange man. Unbeknown to her, the creature that attacked her was sent by one of the many enemies of the prince... Prince Kian Leon Thornheart is not supposed to meet his mate for another decade so he is shocked to meet her on a business trip. The mate bond binds him to her and he instantly wants to claim her but there's a complication: she is human. However, that is only part of his problem. He is next in line for the throne his brother wants. A large member of his lycan family is against him but his biggest challenge is his alter ego who is by far the most dangerous lycan alive. He keeps his identity as a prince, and a supernatural vampire hunter away from his mate but how long can he keep his other personality away from her?

Many years after the era of immortal cultivation, one day someone carelessly asked the Demon Queen, “I heard that the First Lady of the Demon Realm is your dear sister-friend?” Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen's eyebrows shot up and her almond-shaped eyes widened, “Dear sister-friend my ass, she stole my man!” No sooner had she spoken these words than the exceptionally handsome man beside her slowly shifted his gaze from the book in his hands and cast her a fleeting glance, making the inquirer feel as if the temperature in the hall had suddenly dropped, and their body had plunged into an icy cavern... The Demon Queen glared at the man nonchalantly, “Did I say something wrong?” It later became known that the Demon King's wife and the Demon Queen were once close friends who became enemies over a man, a scandal that spread across all realms. Then someone with a death wish approached the First Lady of the Demon Realm, who always looked gentle and kind, and asked, “Madam, I heard that it was the Wolf Clan's Demon Queen who brought you to this realm back in the day, and that afterwards you both ventured through various realms together, facing life and death side by side as sworn sisters. But later... I heard that you and her... had a falling out over a man?” With a slight smile, the Demon King's wife gently sipped from her white porcelain teacup and said, “Did she say I stole her man?” After nodding in acknowledgment, “That is indeed the case!” The listener was taken aback, internally exclaiming, “So the rumors are true, did our Madam Wang actually have an affair with that Demon Queen?” While lost in thought, the listener heard the tea-drinker add another sentence, “But... she also stole my man after all!” The questioner's eyes widened, and their mouth gaped open. Before they could even take a breath of cool air in shock, So you two were swapping partners? At that moment, a sudden loud bang came from outside, and a voice bellowed like a mighty bell, “Boom...” “You said... who is your man?”

An ill-timed storm on christmas eve buries the residents of Olivetown under multiple feet of snow and causes quite a bit of chaos. One brave soul ventures out into the storm from her stranded train and sets off a chain of events that will change quite a few lives. Over the next three days one girl takes a risky shortcut with an adorable stranger, three friends set out to win a race to the Waffle House (and the hash brown spoils), and the fate of a teacup pig falls into the hands of a lovesick barista.

Cloud Sea City, Purple Mountain, in the canyon of the Golden Bamboo Forest. Overlapping milky white clouds surrounded a dark green bamboo forest, as far as the eye can see, a pale! Deep in the bamboo sea, there are four or five houses with a simple but elegant structure, all made of golden bamboo! The color of the whole house is light yellow, and it is estimated that it has a long age! It is surrounded by flowers and many herbs whose names are unknown! Not far ahead on the right there is a turquoise pond, the water in the pond is crystal clear, the water surface is covered by large lotus leaves, the blooming lotus flowers swaying in the wind. In the middle of the pond there is an octagonal pavilion with an ancient yellow flavor! In the center of the pavilion there is a small round table! On the table there is a teapot, two silver teacups! The pot emits a strong fragrance! It was soothing to smell! There were two people standing in the pavilion! One was an old man in black clothes, with long silver hair and a thin face! He looked haggard, but his eyes were radiant. His hands were behind his back, but his eyes were staring straight ahead without blinking, his face was heavy! Behind him stood a teenager wearing a plain white Zhongshan suit! This teenager looks average! Temperament is outstanding. Flat head, slender and lean body, sword eyebrows slanting, a pair of Danfeng eyes, upright nose. Thick lips, but, unfortunately, the face is pale! If it is more rosy, but not lost as a sunny teenager! At this time, he stood with his hands on either side of his thighs, very respectfully standing behind that old man! The old man gave a long sigh, then slowly turned around, kindly looked at the young man, after a moment of silence, said heavily: "Xiang'er, to go to the university to study all aspects of the formalities have been implemented for you to handle, you go, study well is it! The young man heard, face did not change color, opened his mouth and said softly: "Thank you seven uncles" The old man smiled faintly, reached out and patted the young man's shoulder, sighed, and then said in a serious tone: "Xiang'er, followed the seventh uncle here to live a quiet and uneventful five years, indeed, you have suffered a lot of aggression, now, you have grown up, your parents see you now living a good life, I think in the nine springs, will also rest in peace" The young man heard, the original white face suddenly a distortion, eyes swept through a burst of grief, he hung his head down, his face full of painful expression. When he raised his head, his face had returned to its original state of silence like water. But did not say a word.

"She gently held the teacup in her long slender fingers. She glanced at me through her obsidian black eyes, twinkling with affection. Her appearance remains youthful, as if those past five years were nothing but a mere fluke of time. She smiles indistinguishably the way she did back then, resplendent in beauty." "She once gave me a cup, fragrant of ginger but now I'm making the same for her. I print these countless sheets of white on which lays the strokes of charcoal ink, my heart will forever sing this lovely rhythm of contrivance." cover art efferwescent on (twt)

Feng Jiang was only a mortal. But he soon discovers an artifact that released a god. It resembled a teacup. He was puzzle was it good or bad he did not know. He opened it and out popped a cat. The cat was a very ancient god who did not even know its own name. It expressed its gratitude to Feng Jiang for helping it get out of its prison. It could help him power through realms and spot the flaws of himself and other friends and foes. But little did he know that the entity that trapped the cat was still alive and wanted it back. The entity swore to capture the cat and ripped Feng Jiang into shreds. But who knows what to happen.

A moment before Neil Caiben died, he thought there were only two possibilities for him: Afterlife or reincarnation. He thought that if he were to be reincarnated, then it would be anything other than a human for living such a shitty life, a cockroach maybe. But he didn’t experience any of that. After he heard the formal declaration of his death, he heard a rhythmic ringing of bells followed by the powerful blow to the conch shell. Then there was the sound of water. Cries and moans from the distance and eerie children's laughter. Around ten seconds or so, his eyes throbbed and he slowly regained his vision. He realized he was riding a boat. The place was dark and the water was murky and reflected no light, pearl-white smoke hovering on the surface. "What the heck?" he muttered under his breath. He became aware of the three people behind him. One was ringing the bronze bells, the other blowing the conch shell, while the other rowed the boat. They wore tattered gray robes with hemp ropes as their belt. He couldn't see their faces since their heads were covered with a sack with holes for their eyes to see. Various thoughts went through his head in that short moment. *** Then he was brought into a dark, squarish room. There seemed to be no gravity in that place as the furniture and other things like stuffed toys and teacups were floating in the air. Everything was floating except him. Then he heard an ambiguous voice coming from behind him. "Make the most of this chance I'm giving you, pitiful human." Then he was reborn.

(Rather than a synopsis, this is more like a prologue.) "P... please marry me, your grace!" She shut her eyes after saying those words. Her face gradually reached the brightest shade of red in embarrassment, excitement, and also... fear of being rejected. After a few seconds of silence, and waiting for a definite response, she instead heard a gentle laugh that was on par with the music of the gods being played by angels, filling the entire room. Slowly, Pepper opened her eyes, mesmerized by the sight. She buried the image of the man in front of her, laughing as his fist covered his slightly open lips. The wrinkles around his closed eyelids emphasized the tenderness of his calm face. It was not the kind of laugh mocking Pepper or what she said, rather, it was more like a surprised laugh that escaped his mouth that one couldn't help but say... 'He looks kind and sweet.' Embarrassment struck her once more as the Grand Duke opened his eyes and met hers. She immediately lowered her head, pretending to watch her shoes squabble. She hoped that he didn't see her ogling in front of his face. "U...uhmmm" Pepper could still hear his quiet laughter as she watched his long fingers reach for his teacup on the glass table. She couldn't deny that seeing the silver ring on one of them reflected brilliantly on the glass affected her, but she didn't have the right to talk about it. Pepper had only realized how guilty she felt for the late duchess for committing such an inconceivable thing, but she knew she had to go through with it. She wanted him. 'Please, late duchess, bestow your blessings on us. I swear I'll take care of him, so please, please... I hope he accepts my proposal.' -------- Yes, yes finally! I am graduating from college, hopefully, *fingers crossed*. Finally have some spare time to write. And, please excuse my poor written and bad synopsis, that's my most hated part in writing so I didn’t go all out here. I am fond of reading historical, fantasy romance that’s why I am setting this story bet. 17-18th century because that’s the most appropriate age for my dramatic story (lol), I guess? Anyways, this may not be much like the other well-written novels out there but, if you're here, I hope you enjoy. My inspiration for writing this one was the anime Ristorante Paradiso, I recently re-watched the anime and *Italian chefs kiss* to the level of maturity of that anime! --- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.