Condensed Milk Short Story Novels & Stories

] [Delivery Address: Heart of the World] [Order: One cup of warm milk] [Reward: ???] [Failure Penalty: Instant deletion] I froze. Hidden sender, mystery reward, fantasy-novel address. But warm milk? Seriously? In this nightmare game? No ratings. No timer. No warning. Just: fail and you're erased. My veins went ice-cold. This wasn't just another run—it was the run. I cursed under my breath. Shaking, I grabbed the last carton from my mini-fridge. Heated it in my dented pot, checking with my finger again and again till it was perfect. Not too hot. Not too cold.

Besides, there was no need to say anything out loud if he understood. Stella pondered for a moment before stating gravely, "Mr. Conrad, you didn't knock on the door." "I did." Stella couldn't say anything. Alright, it makes sense. She was unable to identify any flaws in him. As she was straining her mind to come up with a response. Clarence abruptly pulled his arms out and got to his feet. "The milk is getting cold," he stated monotonously. “Sip it." Stella snatched up the milk like it was a lifesaver. Before she could let out a sigh of relief, though, Clarence sat down on the couch and said, "Thinking about your reasons after finishing the milk."

"Welcome—" The girl's composed smile disappeared the instant our eyes met. Panic flashed across her face. Lowering her gaze, she stammered awkwardly, "W-What would you like to order...?" The moment I looked at her, I knew she was the one. A faint smile curved my lips as I sized her up. "Two egg tarts." She looked innocent and delicate, small enough to seem fragile. I suddenly remembered how Lucas used to tell me that being short was cute.

I let out a long breath, staring into the dimness of the room, and wondered, if things had gone differently, if we were still together… would we have been happy? The thought sat heavy in my chest. Then it hit me. I hadn’t taken my milk. I pushed myself off the bed, the sheets rustling softly, and made my way downstairs, careful with each step so the house wouldn’t creak too loudly. The kitchen was quiet, dimly lit, shadows stretching across the counters. I reached for the powdered milk, mixed it with water, and stirred until it dissolved. Without thinking too much, I lifted the cup and drank it in one go, the cool liquid sliding down my throat.

Title: My Delivery Guy’s Thick Cock Bred Me Raw Chapter 2: The next night my phone buzzed with another delivery order from the same apartment. 4B. Same address. I grinned as I packed the bag and rode through the dark streets. My cock was already half-hard just thinking about him. When he opened the door, he looked nervous but excited. He was wearing nothing but those loose shorts again, his nipples hard under the thin fabric. The second I stepped inside, I kicked the door shut behind me and dropped the food bag on the floor.

Carl returned shortly with a carton of milk, handing it to Dante. Dante took it and poked it open with the straw. He walked around the table towards Cassandra, handing over the milk. “Here. Drink this. It's very good for your health.” Cassandra took it with a smile, “Oh, thank you.” She sipped it fast like she had been craving it all day. “What about mine?” Clara asked, arms crossed over her chest. Dante turned empty-handed, scratching his temple, “Carl, please get me another pack.”

“This is your Grandpa’s cow from Switzerland.” Its skin is so bright and clean like she’s almost shining. Miss Mata whispered to its ears saying, “Switzer, can you give us some milk?” and the cow was mooing for a moment before it stomps its feet and stood up straightly. Mike dragged four buckets and Miss Mata tapped Mike’s shoulder so she could do the milking the cow. “You help me here, Scarlett.” She said as she arranged the bucket so there won’t be milk to spill on the floor. Afterwards, we have filled all the buckets and finally stood up. The buckets were so heavy so we just let Mike carry it all the way to the storage room and we left one bucket for Helena and the others cats and dogs. I

Only my head was out when l stood in it. Three hours pass. My body has already got used to the coldness of the herb water in the pond. That healer came back then and told me to go on the other side where there is another pond filled with milk. I obediently it lay in the pond. The coldness in that of the milk was too unbearable. But l heard to force my self to endure it. Who knows how it may be worth in the future.

He was still in his suit from the event and holding a glass of milk. I chuckled and took the glass, drinking it under his watchful gaze. Golden werewolves like Candido could use their blood as medicine. He mixed his blood into the milk. He had been treating me like a little girl for the past four years. He believed drinking this special milk would help me grow taller and stronger. Well, it actually made me chubby. But I didn't care about that. And the milk seemed to taste different from normal milk. It was sweeter and carried Candido's scent. I like the smell of him.

I decided to go with the first thing that ran through my mind, LIE. "Um... Well, milk helps my growth, I guess. I've always wanted to grow very tall as a child even though my parents were really small. I still had the hope that I would grow very tall. I would write probably a hundred letters a year to Santa Clauss begging him to do something. Which he didn't appear," I gestured to my sma size pulling a very loud laugh from him. Was I that funny? No, I think. This answer I was giving him was not a lie, it was just asked from the question he had asked. And at this moment and intensity of which I enjoyed milk, was because of my child. I do love milk, everyone does but not this much. I went to b