Angel Milk Novels & Stories

Angel smirked and clapped her hands. I clenched my fists as I felt liquid flowing all over me. "Aww, baby Bella. Come on, drink that milk." I violently stood up, grabbed my box of milk, and splashed it all over them. I went to Angel and grabbed her collar. "Didn't I tell you to go out of my way? What are you doing? Pouring milk on me? Do you think that would make me feel scared?!" I widened my eyes and gritted my teeth as I said those words to her.

“Hm. Let's eat.” The two of them ate their respective breakfasts, enveloped in deafening silence. Angel finished all the food on her plate. With a reflex movement, her hand took a glass of pink milk in front of her, and then remembered the old habit of drinking milk because of her pregnant state. The pain hit Angel's chest again, but she quickly suppressed it by gulping down the milk in one gulp. In front of her, Dave stared at Angel without blinking. He seemed to see the figure of the old Angel, a cheerful and always smiling figure like before the loss took her happiness.

Angel concluded, arching her eyebrows at mom’s frowned face. “Is that what you think? That your silly husband is better than all the other kids? Then let me tell you something little girl: I've been with this family for as long as time can tell, you’ve only been a part of it for a few months. And if you want to know…” “I don't want to know, nor do I even need to know in the first place. Let's go husband!” Angel interrupted. She wrapped her hand around Ace’s arm and dragged him to the doorway, ignoring Lulu's lingering expression.

Anjali took the spoonful of choco magma cake and ate it, when the chocolate dissolved in her mouth she moaned. " Mmmmmmm... It's so delicious..... Yummy!!! ", she said with sparkled eyes. Alex gazed at his wicked Angel who was making him insane however when he saw a couple of male clients around her gazing at Anjali with lascivious looks he gave every one of them a destructive glare. He pummeled the table boisterously and said, " Don't moan ". Anjali swallowed the magma cake in dread, now all the taste blurred and the cake became dull because of Alex.

Angel suddenly asks as we exit the forest. "Sure," I shrug. She opens the cooler and the smell of alcohol hits my nose. She pops the top off a small blue bottle and hands it to me. "What is this?" I ask. "It's a wine cooler mixed with fruit juice, try it," she says, getting her own. I tip the bottle up to my lips and take a swallow. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sweet, fruity flavor. The only alcohol I've ever had was very bitter and burned my throat but this just warmed my chest.

Angel suddenly asks as we exit the forest. “Sure,” I shrug. She opens the cooler and I realize it is all alcohol. She pops he top off a small blue bottle and hands it to me. “What is this?” I ask. “It’s a wine cooler mixed with fruit juice, try it,” she says, getting her own. I tip the bottle up to my lips and take a swallow. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sweet, fruity flavor. Most alcohol or wine I’ve had is very bitter and I can’t drink more than a few sips.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

When I put my mother down, I told her what I was going to do, and she laughed and promised to help me. Before dinnertime, my room was set up with a table by the window, a linen tablecloth and candles, plates and glasses made of fine china and crystal, and cutlery made of surgical steel, shining like silver. There was a table with drinks to serve as an aperitif before dinner. The starter was prawns dipped in a tasty sauce. The mushroom soup was the first hot dish. Next would be the first dish. Salmon with potatoes and lemon butter sauce, which I know Angel loves, but we never have in the pack. It was roasted secretly away from the packhouse so that he couldn't smell it. Then we have a dish of

Angel grinned. "Well, good morning to you too, Blaze," he said. The other Were let out a relieved sigh. "Sorry, I thought you were … you know…" Blaze said, sounding a tad embarrassed. The two shared a knowing look. "I need your help with something quick…" Angel said. "Tell me..." "Come..." Angel urged and walked back to his cell. Blaze followed him. Kurt, who was already in Angel's cell, went to pick up the bottle of Vodka tucked in the corner. He examined it, uncorked it and raised it to his lips, gulping down some.

Angie said as she winked at me knowingly. I would love it if aunt Amanda help me with my boner Woah...slowdown sailor... I finally finish the simple task of making our coffee, I was passing her the non fat milk and the whipped cream making her grin at me, she was by my side in seconds. "You remembered...this is not my thing you know, the non fat is my thing for my hangover fix. My usual is two shoots and a full cream milk or just a simple heavy cream." She said the cream part seductively, making me step closer and sandwiched her to the counter.