Angel Milk Novels & Stories

I find a fresh outfit before stripping out of my sweaty morning clothes. I put my old clothes in a basket. Each dorm room has their own personal maid that keeps our rooms clean and washes our clothes. Because apparently angels are incapable of taking care of that themselves. I go to my bathroom and quickly take out my contacts. The damn things dry my eyes out and burn like hell but the Council would kill me if I didn’t wear them. Light angels have light eyes and hair. Dark angels have dark eyes and hair. The Council forbids the mixing of the breeds: hybrids are killed on sight.

"From the container in the nursery fridge. The same one she always—" "That wasn't apple juice," Elise interrupted, her voice rising to a pitch that could shatter glass. "That was the almond milk blend for my pregnancy nutrition. Sofia is severely allergic to almonds. Everyone knows that. Everyone." The words hit Angela like physical blows. She stared at the empty container on the counter, recognizing it now as something she'd seen but never paid attention to. The labels were similar—both organic, both in pastel packaging designed to look wholesome and safe. In her distraction, her focus on Sofia's chatter and her own desire to help, she'd grabbed the wrong container.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just try to remember next time.” “I promise, Mamma,” he nods against my shoulder, and I give him a squeeze before standing up. My phone is still ringing, so I quickly scoop it up. “Hello?” “Lia, it’s Maria. We’re running low on milk and sugar again. Could you bring some when you come?” “Of course, Maria. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I hang up and ruffle Nereo’s hair. “Okay, my love, let’s get going.”

When Angel got up in the morning, Madelyn brought her a cup of black soy milk. Thus, she couldn't help but frown and nag Madelyn. "Who asked you to prepare soy milk? Urgh! I hate soy milk the most!" "Look, drinking soy milk is good for the fetus. You're doing all these for the child, so you need to endure it for now," advised Madelyn. After hearing this, Angel snorted and took a sip of the soy milk. However, she frowned and said, "Bleh! How much sugar did you put in it? Also, why does it taste so strange? Did you put expired sugar is it?"

There was nothing else in the room but two large windows, an empty closet, the two beds, and a large golden table with a plate of pink cookies and white fresh milk placed on it. Looking at the cookies made Angela’s appetite grow. She didn’t know what to do first, jump on the bed, or eat the cookies? She was sure that once she rested on the bed she was going to sleep off so she went to the golden table and picked a cookie, eating it. It was relish and amazing. Her mother’s strawberry pancakes were nothing compared to what she was eating now. She drank the milk and it was even better. The taste of the milk was cooling and not disgusting like some of the milk she’s drunk. It was like ice cream

"Just some chia seeds, bananas, blueberries, oats, and almond milk." My brows lower and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Bleaghhh. I don't get almond milk. How the hell is it even made? I've never seen a tit on an almond, have you?" Cassandra puts her hand out, shaking her cup in front of me, the remaining thick liquid sloshing around the bottom. "See this? It's my cup of care," she says sarcastically, shaking the cup once again. After one last slurp, Cassandra gasps and brings her other hand over her mouth. "Oh look, it's empty."

Delilah quips, placing her hand on her baby bump. “Well then, juice for the mágissa [witch]. We wouldn’t want any harm to come to you or your baby,” Dionysus sneers. He picks up Delilah’s glass and swirls the wine inside. The color lightens to what looks like a cross between pomegranate and cranberry juice, “There. Fermentation free. Pure as the day I squeezed it.” Delilah picks up the glass and smells it, then takes a small taste to her lips. Her eyes widen with delight, “Thank you, Deon. It’s magnifique!”

Because of the old man kindness , Angel gives him one a hundred years old ginseng and quickly left the pharmacy . She then change her appearance to a middle age lady and buy ten portions menu and a hundred meat steambuns from the restaurant. While waiting for the booked foods , she eats her lunch in the restaurant alone . Then she enters the supermarket to buy cigarettes and ten the Muotai wine . With her appearance she's able to buy ten cartons of cigarettes and twenty bottles of Muotai wine . She then takes all the booked foods in the restaurant before she enters an alley and comes out from the alley with her original appearance.