5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"It's nothing Vera. We just came back from a fight with a rival mafia that thought they could take the reigns from us but they were wrong. They were more prepared for our arrival but we still truimfed We got off with bruises but they didn't survive" He started coughing out blood and it made my stomach churn "You need a doctor" "Nah I'v suffered worse. So much worse that I can treat myself just fine. Don't worry about me sugar" He stood up and limped all the way up the stairs. I looked at my plate of food and just realised I had lost my appetite. I sighed and picked up the plate to take it to he kitchen. When I walked into the kitchen I stopped when I saw Julius sitted on one of the bar stool

The room fills with shrieks and flying crumbs. Night deepens. The streets quiet down. Sophie decides we need a late-night adventure. We slip out in hoodies and messy buns. The 24-hour diner glows neon pink and blue. The waitress calls us “sweethearts” and brings extra cherries. Sophie orders chocolate milkshakes thick enough to stand a spoon in. She gets a dollop on her nose and tries to lick it off cross-eyed. Fails miserably. I wipe it away with my thumb. She sucks the thumb clean without breaking eye contact. Heat flashes through me so fast I almost drop my glass.

" Says pablo, giving me a copy of the CCTV footage in front of Bella's apartment, it's lucky that pablo had someone install the security cameras. Just in case something bad happens to Bella the way it does now, and it turns out it really does, too, he has the camera in her apartment so he doesn't know what she gave him. But he had also checked directly into Bella's apartment and found a plate of compressed contents, leaving only bones and traces of chili cheese and vegetable gravy. From what he saw, pablo was able to verify that miss miller had actually been poisoned by the woman who had fed her food, perhaps thinking that she was Lord vilante's errand boy so she would receive it without a s

“Tell me what you want before we go home.” " What I want ?" I ask without really understand, still not recovered from my emotions. “Whatever you want me to buy for you.” I had completely forgotten. Even if I had decided what I wanted before even as we arrive. “A milkshake from Five Guys.” "What ?" he said stopping his car. I smile and he looks at me in confusion. “There are no Five Guys in my neighborhood and their milkshakes are delicious. I never have time to spend it.” “Want a milkshake? At 5 dollars?”

Ruined her. *****

I pull out everything I need. Elliot finishes making our breakfast dinner and starts taking everything to a table while I finish pouring our milkshakes into two large glasses. My stomach hasn't stopped growling since I smelled the bacon and when I'm finally able to sit down in front of the huge amount of food my fake mate so lovingly prepared for me, I almost pinch myself to make sure it's not a dream. I have a plate with scrambled eggs and three strips of bacon and fried sausage. There's a large plate between us with pancakes and another on the side with fruit including mango, strawberries, watermelon, orange and cantaloupe, and of course, the milkshakes I made.

Williamson asked. “Red volcano. It’s fruit punch with Malibu rum, pineapple, and liquid nitrogen,” she answered. “It’s $5.00 until midnight, then it goes up to $7.50.” “I don’t know what liquid nitrogen is, honey, but I don’t think I want any of that. Just bring me whatever beer you got on tap,” Williamson said. “Same here,” Matt said quickly. He has only seen Becky a couple of times. He hoped she didn’t recognize him.

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.