Back With Another Milkshake Novels & Stories

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 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.

Possession didn't necessarily prove anything. Belle and Mikkel were locked in a stalemate when Yelena returned with a milkshake. "Calm down, both of you! Here, Ms. Belle, have a taste of my finest creation!" The milkshake was undoubtedly freshly made. The sweet aroma of dairy filled the air, and Belle's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Yelena.

I take a sip of my chocolate shake, and the next thing I know, I'm dancing to the goodness. "Oh, I miss this goodness." Marcus only laughs as he watches me dancing and moaning with every bite. I grab Marcus’s Vanilla shake. "Hey, that's mine," he tries to protest. "Oh, shut up. You know I have to try both drinks; that's why we get two different flavors." I slap his hand away from the cup. "Aye aye, boss." "So… about this Summer, your mate. When do I get to meet her?" "Well, that's the tricky part."

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

“May I get the two of you something drink?” Anna’s about to speak but I cut her off. “We’ll take two cokes and a chocolate milkshake to share.” I order for us, knowing those are two of Anna’s favorite drinks. Anna wants a little normalcy, I can give her that in some aspects of our relationship. Sharing a milkshake like a pair of lovestruck teenagers? I can do that. Penny writes down our order on the notepad. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.” With that, she turned on her heel and went to work behind the bar.

I begin “We are visitors of Marcus Bray, he said we should knock on this door for chocolate milkshake.” I frown at my sister’s boisterous explanation, since I knew it was hot chocolate and we weren’t guest. We were… No, I can’t say it. Not until I know for sure. He folds his arms across his chest, “Alright, but I should warn you, the milkshake machine is toast.” He walks past us and turns right. “I think we should follow him,” Harlin mumbles, tugging my hand.

I walked over. "You are late!" I threw my bag on the table and glared at him. "I got stuck in a mess because of someone." "Really? What happened?" I shook my head carelessly. "Forget it. It is over anyway." "I already ordered a caramel milkshake for you. Drink it." I looked at the cup in front of me happily. I grabbed the straw and pushed it between my lips, sipping the sweet drink. Caramel milkshake has always been my favorite. I simply love it.

The kids scurried away merrily, screeching and laughing. Jamal, Gemma, Logan and I were crammed up in one booth, our knees touching each other's while Shaun and Marilyn were sitting outside on the footpath. I had my typical lumpy milkshake- this time banana and caramel, Logan had a plain vanilla while Jamal and Gemma were biting in their respective cornetto- butterscotch and oreo. Uncle Desmond's wife thanked us, reminding me of the grandma I never had and as we exited the dairy with smiles on our faces despite the scorching heat, we were happy.