Coca Cola Coca Cola Novels & Stories

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

I still couldn't stop thinking about Cassandra, it seemed that when I was away from her the whole world around me became black and white. Furthermore, I shook my head slightly; I needed to pay attention to my work. "Do you think our products will sell more just because of the new tagline?" I asked, cutting off the director's words. I was without much patience. Connor, who was next to me, chuckled slightly. "Is this really like saying that Coca-Cola will sell more of its product if it changes its color from red to yellow, perhaps? Because it's the new summer fad!? That's what you're assuming, Mr. Gilbert?!" Connor knew how to make a man tremble in front of his boss, which in this case was me,

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Queen Mackenzie walked towards the refrigerator, she opened it and removed a mug and a bottle. She uncovered the bottle, poured a little water inside the mug and kept the bottle back inside the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator and walked towards the couches. When she got closer to the couches, she sat down on the couch and began to sip the cold water. “What is this country turning into? I am tired of all the happenings in this country,” queen Mackenzie muttered to herself.

“I’m done talking about this, Cy. She’s gone. Nothing you say or do can bring her back. Besides, we have more important things to discuss.” My eyes slid to the Christmas tree, large and imposing. A smile graced his lips. “I know you had The Queen implement the no decorations rule, but I wanted this year to be special. I wanted you to remember this birthday as the best and I know purple is your favorite color.” “It’s a stupid fucking color,” I spat, ignoring the fact that it really was my favorite color.

He led her to the bar as he spoke. Because they didn't like having club staff in their private room when they gathered, there were no bartenders at the bar. However, there was a variety of drinks available for them to help themselves with. "I'll, um... have a bottle of Coca-Cola, please." Coco saw some vintage Coca-Cola bottles at the counter and couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The Coca-Cola her parents bought her when she was little used to come in these bottles. Nowadays, they didn't make these bottles anymore.

She said into Jason's neck. "I know, baby ,but you kind of need to be here." Maya' sighed and ate the fruit they had there. " Do they have coke here?" Jason asked and looked through all the options. "Just cherry cola, is that okay?" What the fuck is cherry cola? Jason thought to himself "I don't know what that is, I grew up with actual coke." Maya laughed and took one. "Try it, it's really good." Jason was convinced that Maya wanted to poison him. Jason opened the can and took a sip. Then another. Then another.

He asked between sips. "That drink is named after cocaine. It says here it's loaded with caffeine and extra sugar. There's four hundred and fifty milligrams of caffeine in a medium drink. There’s enough caffeine in that to equal about three cups of coffee I think. Well normal coffee mug sized anyhow. Oh, you got a large, so that's um six hundred milligrams. And it's got enough sugar that you might as well stick your straw in a bag of sugar." "What!" He froze mid sip and looked down at his cup. It was nearly gone. He had practically chugged down a cocaine slushy. He grabbed the menu from Chloe and searched for his drink. He paused as he read. "Who comes up with this kind of shit?"

The man placed the cup of coffee on the table and stood up after noticing her presence, he had brown chestnut hair and emerald eyes. "This is Trevor, Nikolai's driver " Sam replied and Champagne nodded in understanding, she continued forward. "Good evening ma'am, I was sent to pick you up " the man spoke to her politely and Champagne sent him a small smile before turning to Sam. "Don't you dare leave, I will see you when am back " Champagne whispered in a warning yet warm tone before hugging Sam so tight. "I can't leave, I will be waiting for all the juicy gossip and take care of yourself " After Sam's reply, Champagne turned to Mr. Trever who had already stood up.