5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

he snarled, raising the barrel higher. But Dante's men materialized from the shadows, hidden all along, rifles trained. The hall erupted in controlled chaos: shouts, scuffles as they swarmed Alexei's few remaining thugs. Punches landed, guns clattered to the floor, zip ties snapping around wrists. Alexei fought like a cornered animal, elbowing one man, kicking another, but they overpowered him, forcing him to his knees alongside his men. His gun was wrenched away, leaving him disarmed, humiliated.

She looked back at me smiling while I put my dick back in, zipping up. I shoved my hand in my pocket and dropped a stack of cash on the table. It was her tip for the decent job she had just done even though I wasn't satisfied. Not like how I wanted to be. And I knew the reason why. I knew what it was. I had just gotten addicted to a particular drug. And I didn't think I was stopping anytime soon.

When he's done, Shocker flips his holo-display over and shows me the message. "Remind me of the first time we met," he wrote. "Yeah," I say with a chuckle. "It does." We take another lap around the shop before stopping to buy two milkshakes. While I get a red milkshake with whipped cream and red hearts sprinkled on top, Shocker buys a green one, but instead of whipped cream, he has two brownies sticking out the top. Walking out of the treat shop together, Shocker grabs my shoulder and stops me. He nudges toward a nearby bench. Smiling and nodding, we sit together and peacefully enjoy our day off.

She was warm and friendly with an extra chirp to her cherry voice. "Just two cups of milkshake" I said happily. "Do you have a particular flavour you'd love?" "Vanilla and peanut butter with banana shakes please" She nodded her head before getting it done. She moved around, putting one and two together before placing two cups of milkshake onto the counter before me. "That would be 20 dollars" she said, expectedly. I pulled out a 50 dollar note and handed it to her. She took out some change and handed it to me before I took my drinks and walked away.

He drew in a lung full of air, chest puffing out and stretching the slate gray tee that clung to his body. And then, he started belting out in the loudest, most obnoxious voice, "MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD. DAMN RIGHT," he began shaking his hips and whipping his head from side to side, "IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. I CAN TEACH YOU BUT I'D HAVE TO CHARGE."

She had always wanted the freedom to do as she pleased but now that she had it she was clueless as to where to start. -Friendship Jake went inside the fast food place for the tenth time to fetch yet another milkshake. The Prince loved martial arts and had been practising for his presentation in order toreceive his Trigger Sword. To make sure he could practise for days on end he made sure to use the last thing that had fed his body before his death. The last few hundred years he had been keeping him strong, healthy and immortal on chocolate milkshake. The last one he ordered was a peppermint milkshake; it was her

I can see that, he constantly gazes at my clothes, at the part where it was poured. "I got so mad. I witnessed how that fcking milk shake got poured on you." He said, got pissed again because he remembered what had happened earlier. Maybe I'll be angry like that, too. It was probably a scene. Many saw how that shake poured on me. I had epic reaction, probably. Embarrassing!

, travel, club, invest and make great returns, fuck, fuck, and fuck, and not get involved with a dumbass plan. I got into my vehicle and drove home, I knew going to work in such a state won't be of help at all. "Take me home", I said to my driver as I got into my car. He started the ignition and drove out of my grandpa's office, I relaxed on the chair and doze off. My driver woke me when we got to my house, I came down from the car without hesitating and walked inside. I walked to the kitchen to get milk from the fridge, I got a jug filled with milk and poured it into a cup that was on the table. I gulped down the milk and refilled the cup again, I was about to drink when I felt someon

"I have to go back to cooking so I can finish it in time for us to watch the movie. Go take a seat and I'll make you a quick milkshake, okay?" I smiled and nodded before going over to one of the stools to take a seat. I loved that he was being extremely sweet tonight. I watched him make it with swiftness and thought; Oh, this was really my dream man. A man who pampered me and treated me like I was a fragile egg. He poured me a tall glass and brought it over to me. "Pineapple and orange flavored milkshakes. Rich in vitamin C, for my lady." I blushed Shamelessly and he smiled at me. Fuck, I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him and tell him he was the best fucking thing to happen to me. I wanted

There were also three kinds of milk-skimmed, two percent, soy milk, and chocolate milk. We made our way with the full cart to pay as Claire chatted away about the importance of keeping a secret identity, using an old show about a high-school pop star living a double life as an example. We had sat her down and talked with her earlier about pretending that I was her dad. So, her relating our situation to the kids' show was brilliant.