Back With Another Milkshake Novels & Stories

“What were you thinking?” I was taken by surprise and felt a jolt of shock coursing through me when a sudden, unexpected voice spoke from directly behind me. “Gosh, Lucas! Don’t just pop out somewhere. You made my heart jump.” Lucas grinned. He kindly handed me a tall, frosty glass filled with creamy strawberry milkshake that he had just purchased. I expressed my gratitude silently, mouthing a heartfelt "thanks," before bringing the lip of the glass to my mouth and taking a slow, satisfying sip of the delicious milkshake.

“And I'm surprised you don't gain weight even though you drink that drink every day, you're too thin, maybe you should increase your portion of food.” “I'm on a fattening program, which is why I order daily milkshakes,” Athena answered with an amused smile. She sits on a high chair in front of a bar counter that serves breakfast and hot coffee each morning, and turns into a drink bar when it gets late. A few moments later Bara arrived with the order. Athena accepted it happily, then sucked the Milkshake from a large straw in her tall glass, sweet, savory and delicious milk mixed with Oreos and whipped cream immediately combined in her mouth, making her smile a little. And that definitely giv

I can see that, he constantly gazes at my clothes, at the part where it was poured. "I got so mad. I witnessed how that fcking milk shake got poured on you." He said, got pissed again because he remembered what had happened earlier. Maybe I'll be angry like that, too. It was probably a scene. Many saw how that shake poured on me. I had epic reaction, probably. Embarrassing!

The mug stops right in front of me, the ceramic scraping faintly against the surface. I pick it up, curious. The mug feels cool against my fingers, condensation already forming at the sides. I take a sip. It’s sweet, cold, and tastes like vanilla mixed with nostalgia, like summer days I never really had. “Okay,” I say, pretending not to be impressed. “You have good taste.” Caleb raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Of course I do.” He leans back, balancing his mug on his knee. “I add more ice cream than milk. Next time you make one for yourself, try that. It’s a no-fail method for an amazing vanilla shake.”

I sipped my milkshake. “It's okay, but I'd prefer you call me so I know where you are,” he wiped off the milkshake from the corner of my mouth and licked it off his thumb. As if it was the most natural thing to do. I kissed his cheek, “thank you.” “Come on guys, you'll make us puke rainbows!” Beth groaned. We both grinned. “Do you want to have a taste? I know you can't resist sweet things,” I probed.

I take a fry and I dip it in to my milkshake before I eat it, when I do, I moan because it tastes so good, the milkshake is sweet and creamy just the way I like my milkshakes. When I am halfway done with my fries, I drink out of my milkshake until it is halfway. I move to my burger, there was no cheese as expected, and I really enjoyed the burger, it was so good, no wonder Blake devoured his burger in minutes. He is already done with his food.

When he's done, Shocker flips his holo-display over and shows me the message. "Remind me of the first time we met," he wrote. "Yeah," I say with a chuckle. "It does." We take another lap around the shop before stopping to buy two milkshakes. While I get a red milkshake with whipped cream and red hearts sprinkled on top, Shocker buys a green one, but instead of whipped cream, he has two brownies sticking out the top. Walking out of the treat shop together, Shocker grabs my shoulder and stops me. He nudges toward a nearby bench. Smiling and nodding, we sit together and peacefully enjoy our day off.

He drew in a lung full of air, chest puffing out and stretching the slate gray tee that clung to his body. And then, he started belting out in the loudest, most obnoxious voice, "MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD. DAMN RIGHT," he began shaking his hips and whipping his head from side to side, "IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. I CAN TEACH YOU BUT I'D HAVE TO CHARGE."

When Sir Calix stood up, he offered his hand to Brianna but Brianna held my hand then she cutely looked in the other direction. This time, ge wasn’t too worried; instead, a soft chuckle escaped him and asked, “Baby, are you still upset about the milkshake? I’ll buy you some after you’re done getting done. How many do you want?” Brianna immediately turned when her father asked, holding up her hand. “Five large milkshakes?” Sir Calix asked. She delightly nodded. “I’ll buy you five large milkshakes, are we okay now?” She gave a thumbs up, and together we headed out and towards the elevator.

But I need some fuel! “I want some greasy pizza, and a milkshake the size of my head,” I say, licking my lips. Tate laughs, and looks up something on his phone before teleporting us. I look up to see that the quality of neighborhood we’re in is… well… nothing like where we just were.