Angel Milk Novels & Stories

"The air in Sicily can be quite thin for those not born to it, Roman. Perhaps your wife needs to lie down. Permanently." The guards around the perimeter reached for their weapons, but they weren't fast enough. Angeline suddenly straightened. The paleness vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. She picked up her wine glass, swirled the remaining liquid, and looked Stefano directly in the eye. "The Amanita fungus has a very specific, almond-like aftertaste, Uncle Stefano," she said, her voice cutting through the courtyard like a scythe. "It’s a classic choice. But unfortunately for your cook, I switched my glass with your nephew Pietro’s when the servant was distracted by the bread ser

She pulled Tashir into a hug, and my friend returned it. “Hey, Ana!” Tashir replied with excitement. “And you must be Summer,” the woman said, releasing Tashir from the hug. Her face lit up with an infectious smile that seemed to cut through the club’s pulsating beats. “Tashir has told me all about you. It’s nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you too,” I replied with a smile. Ana glanced down at my and Tashir’s drinks. “A vodka cranberry, Tashir? Really? Is that what you’re starting with tonight?” she asked, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

I guess, I was worried for nothing then. “So, what do I offer you? Tea, fresh juice?” I ask. “Let my grandchild decide.” He says as he looks at Angel. “So, what do you want grandpa to have?” He asks her. His smile is braod as he stares at her. “Aaahh, I think, warm milk so that you can be so strong just like daddy.” Angel says. “Oooh, you bet I will. I was even more stronger than your daddy just sometimes back. But he won’t agree to that.” Mr Mazur says.

As they were seated the server asked if they wanted anything to drink, Magda asked for a glass of merlot but Angelo’s response made her mouth fall open in surprise and she had to catch herself from speaking out. “No thanks,” he held up a thermos Magda hadn’t noticed, “I’ve got my protein shake. Wine is empty calories.” He looked to Magda, “you’d be better off with vodka or a light beer than wine.” “I’ll stick with my wine,” she told the server feeling annoyed with his comment. “Cool, cool,” he nodded his head twice to punctuate his words.

she snapped her fingers in the air as a grin escaped her lips, "and he's begging for mine." Her laughter boomed to the point of applause, drawing attention all around until she realized she needed to shut her mouth as soon as possible. Serena shook her head in surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed high. "I thought the dere would be cool enough to get you. " "It's just that I'm really insistent on making it official for Angga and I," Maureen complained before taking a sip from the straw stuck in her iced coffee. Americano, a type of espresso that is diluted and acceptable on an empty stomach without sugar. It was still bitter on Maureen's tongue.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Allan already had a taste of so many beverages out there, but so far, nothing tasted any better for him aside from Mellow Cola. As such, when he heard Jace mentioned his favorite drink, he could not help but felt excited. Juts the mentioned of its name was already enough for him to salivate. Mellow Cola, so as by its name was a type of carbonated drink like Cola made but it was made from the tears of a Salamander Spinx. A special kind of beast that was specifically reared for one specific purpose and that was food production. Mellow Cola has unique carbonation that felt like a firecracker inside one's mouth when one drank it. Also, its year-long fermented sugar was a hundred times sweeter th

I guess, I was worried for nothing then. “So, what do I offer you? Tea, fresh juice?” I ask. “Let my grandchild decide.” He says as he looks at Angel. “So, what do you want grandpa to have?” He asks her. His smile is braod as he stares at her. “Aaahh, I think, warm milk so that you can be so strong just like daddy.” Angel says. “Oooh, you bet I will. I was even more stronger than your daddy just sometimes back. But he won’t agree to that.” Mr Mazur says.

she whispered. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "He is still my child, Omega Jiji. I can never truly get over it." I took the glass from her hand, looking at the white liquid suspiciously. I've never been a fan of cow milk. "What type of milk is this?" "It is almond milk," she replied. I relaxed. Almond milk was my favorite back home. I took a long sip, drinking about half the glass in one go. The cold liquid felt good against my throat. "Who did you say asked you to bring this to me again?"

🍒Angela 🍒 And as if a sudden realization hit my mind, my eyes grew big. Was this...? "C'mon Angel, I didn't plan this for myself," he spoke, leaning towards my ear, "but if you still want to stay close, we can still go back home and--"