Back With Another Milkshake Novels & Stories

Loki and I covered our mouths when Becka lightly pinched her on the side. "Your Pizza is so dramatic, it's so childish." she said to daisy. "Of course, Made with love for my lovely young Sir and Madam." He didn't want to answer this, which made him shake his head. "Thank you Sister Daisy!" Loki and Thor said at the same time, I laughed when he signed a Korean heart. It was just a matter of time and they realized it was a joke. "Here is the special Shake Madam, Young Sir. fresh from the three of coconut, known as Mylene's knuckle shake." Mylene introduced the drinks, not wanting to lose to Daisy's intro.

she asked, rummaging through the box along with him. I smiled and pushed myself up off the sofa, sitting Cam between Anna’s legs. “I’m gonna make more coffee. You want something, Baby?” “Chocolate milkshake with maple syrup!” he called. I sighed and shook my head, smiling to myself. That was the little gross combination that Jace had got DJ hooked on a couple of weeks ago. The pair of them were so alike, sometimes it was like they were really father and son. As I pulled open the fridge to get out the milk, my intercom buzzed from downstairs.

I took a little sip from the milkshake even though I could see what I was drinking. "Are you always this talkative?" I wanted to tease him. All of a sudden, I felt something grab the milkshake cup out of my hand. It was so swift and smooth and I sprang up to my feet immediately. "Give that back!" I commanded. "Blood is what you should feed on, not this." He replied and my jaw dropped. I was very stunned at the reply. Blood? "What do you mean?" "Jokes on you." He responded so quick again.

Shaking his head dramatically, he said, “No, I have many things to tell you!” I laughed again, shaking my head. God, I missed this. I've missed the simplicity of just being his mom without everything else weighing on me. “You’re feeling better?” I asked, my voice softer now. He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I’m not sick anymore!” My chest tightened slightly at his words, but I pushed it down, forcing a smile. “That’s good, baby.” “I want ice cream,” he added suddenly. “Of course you do.” “Please?” “Ask Auntie Addie.”

He calmly replied as he took her hand and made her seat on the chair beside him. Annah was holding a milkshake and she placed it in front of him but unfortunately Nicklaus isn't a fan of milkshakes.. “I'm sorry but I don't drink milkshakes..” He smiled at her but quickly regretted it when he saw the look of disappointment flashed through her eyes.. “But for you my love I don't mind..” Nicklaus immediately took the milkshake from her and tried not to make a face as he drank the whole thing just to make her happy..

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?] I smiled. [Mark, you’re always welcome.]

--- First Stop: The Diner of Nostalgia Our first stop was an old-fashioned diner with checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox playing hits from the ‘60s. “This place looks like it came straight out of a movie,” Adrian said as we slid into a booth. “That’s the point,” I said, grabbing a menu. “It’s cute and retro, and they have the best milkshakes in town.” When the waitress came by, I didn’t hesitate. “Two chocolate milkshakes with whipped cream, please. And a plate of fries to share.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Fries with milkshakes?” “Don’t knock it until you try it,” I said with a wink.

We place our order for one large Pepperoni Pizza and Dera proceeds to drag me upstairs to the Creamery. "I want a Milkshake." She exclaims excitedly to the guy attending to her and I chuckle. "I thought you wanted Ice cream? Um... what's you favourite again." I pause tsking. I snap my fingers when I remember. "Chocolate devotion right?" She grins. "You remember." I don't think she'll ever let me forget. "Don't you want that?" She hums thoughtfully. "I want that then I also want Strawberry Milkshake." Her greedy self replies making me laugh.

I nearly passed out when I heard that. In the end, I'd lost my shot at the scholarship, and rumors soon spread around campus that I was a plagiarist. The stress dragged me back into depression, and one night, I ended up on the school rooftop. But maybe fate was not done with me yet, because I was given another chance at life. This time, I was determined not to put up with Sienna's nonsense anymore. She was going to pay. She kept calling my name, but I ignored her. Then, just as she was about to yell again, our roommate Jessica Mills, who was in the middle of her game, finally lost her patience. She yanked off her headset and snapped, "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa—what is this, are you trying to

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.