5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

he replied mildly as if the amount were nothing at all—and to Andrei, it probably wasn’t. A single bead of sweat broke out between my breasts. “And what would you want from me? I don't have any more money than what I have here.” His blue eyes seared right through me. “If I win,” he said quietly, “you would be mine. For as long as I want you.” As long as he wanted me? “That would make me your—your slave.” Andrei gave me a cold smile. “It is a wager I offer you. For a million dollars.”

"What can I help you with today?" "Okay, so what's the best thing on the menu?" He asked, staring at the menu board behind me. "You can try the banana pie puff or the pineapple and watermelon milkshake with nuts, that's if you're not allergic to nuts." I suggested professionally, despite knowing that he wasn't allergic to nuts. He nodded his head, as though considering it. "Okay, what's the worst thing on the menu?" he asked. "That would be the Delicious tasteless tsunami cream-salad fluff shake." I answered.

~~~~~ By the time I woke up the next morning the sun was already up I got up ,freshen up and went straight down stairs Everyone was sitting around the dining table at first I wanted to turn back but I decided not to shrink anymore I stepped forward Good morning ,a faked smile plastered on my face before any could respond I puked a chair and sat beside Lorenzo I could see the face of the old monster glaring at me ,I give no two fucks and looked at the all the faces they were all send me dagges but I smiled at them all ,just when I thought I've seen them all I saw Rocco ,his face down on his meal ..

Dante said suddenly, breaking the silence as he placed the tea in front of her. She took a sip and nearly gagged. No sugar. No milk. It tasted like dirt and bitterness. She glanced at him, almost said something—but bit her tongue. Dante once told her that she could complain about the things she didnt like. That was before Nico died. That was the Dante who listened. “Speak.” His voice was sharp again, his face unreadable. “I-I like my tea with milk,” she whispered. He smiled at that, grabbing a sachet and handing it to her like he was being generous. She stirred it in with a blank stare.

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

"Nothing. Just a blank screen." Dante stared at me. He looked like he could see right through me. "Would you like something to drink?" "Anything," I said, forcing a smile. "Whatever you get, I'm sure I'll love it." He walked right up to me. He kissed my forehead. "Okay. Wait for me." Ten minutes later, he came back with a warm oat milk latte. It was from my favorite little brand in Brooklyn. The temperature was perfect. I took the cup, stunned.

He immediately grabbed a banana cream milkshake and drank it up as well. "Is there anything more comforting than sipping a milkshake made by you guys on a summer day?" Abel exclaimed, praising the drinks repeatedly. "After having two cups, my energy has completely recovered." Mr. Wilson, on the side, also took a mango milkshake and savored it slowly. Nodding, he revealed a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth. "Not bad, not bad."

It's not like Honey's gonna check what's under the robe so, meh. An Indonesian drama I'm currently watching is put on the kitchen display as I enjoy myself cooking my breakfast; French toast, halal bacon and sausages, eggs in four ways, and pancakes. Lastly, a rich avocado milkshake that is famous in Indonesia, which is definitely my favorite drink ever. "I didn't know-" my breath hitches at the sound of his deep voice once I turn off the blender for my milkshake, "-we're having a party?" I slowly turn to my back as I curse myself. Whatthefuck whatthefuck whattheffffffffuckkkk-

My thumb hovered over the screen. There was another message underneath the photograph. Stop asking questions. That was it. No name. No explanation. No threat written in dramatic capital letters. Just three words. Four quiet words that somehow felt more frightening than a paragraph of violence. My heart began pounding. I stared at the photograph again. Ruelle's building. My coat. The coffee. The exact moment I'd walked outside. Whoever had taken it had been watching me. My mouth went dry. I looked out the window.

Adrian’s pov My fingers curled painfully around the glass. The golden burgundy liquid burned my throat yet I couldn't stop consuming it. The burn helped tamper the shake of my thoughts. "Are you sure about this, Adrian? You should think again." I lowered the glass with much more strength than intended. It clanked heavily on the tabletop. It was getting harder and harder to leash my self-control. After the night I confessed my sins to Rhys, I could still hear his words lingering in my head.