Dairy Dreamers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"So... I'd be going to the bakery, I'd need to take a leave from my mistress... " "She doesn't know of your loss?" Leon butted in. "She knows she cares less" Mareili thought about this for a while, she wasn't so lucky as Joachim to win a college scholarship and her Mom wasn't getting much from the corporation as her share was only a little. So, Mareili had to work in the bakery till she could enroll for college. She snapped out and shrugged. "Anyway, I'd be going to the company too to clear few of Mom's files with her personal assistant before I leave"

I was too afraid to move. Even though Lydia was older now, I had continued breastfeeding her because it provided superior nutrition. On top of that, my body produced far more milk than most women's. That was why my clothes tended to be damp with milk. As I shifted slightly, I could feel my blouse growing wetter again. A faint aroma of milk drifted through the air. Finneas inhaled deeply. "What a memorable scent. I noticed it on you during the parent meeting, Mrs. Bamrick. It's incredible. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience it this close."

The lace peels away from my breasts, exposing my nipples to the cool air and six sets of hungry eyes. “Perfect,” Derek pronounces, cupping my breasts in his large hands. He weighs them, squeezes, runs his thumbs across my nipples until they peak and harden. “These are going to be full of milk when we’re done with you.”

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

Mr Hensworth uttered. Alabaster Hensworth wasn't just the governor of Iceland, but deep down he knew he had a calling to become a clairvoyant someow. At least that's what he believed, even if it had to do with his intuitive virtue. “I am sure that's all.” “But I have a slight feeling you're not telling us everything.” “Well, your feelings are at fault Mr Hensworth.” “What was the girl with red hair doing in your dream? Did she says something to you?” Mrs Spielberg asked curiously. “She must have said something to you. Every dream has a meaning behind it.”

Stupid, foolish drunk! We all made small talk as we ate. The pancakes were delicious and I added a large dollop of honey on mine. I was in pancake heaven. I'm sure my mouth looked just like my baby's, but I didn't care. I looked up as Eyare walked in, looking relaxed and refreshed.

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

Misses Holly lifted up an empty pot and she finds the knife she was looking for, while Amandla shakes her head, “Boyfriend? Seriously mother, you know that topic is not a place for me to be attentive”, Amandla recapped an awareness at her mother. “But Mint, you will be happy if you have someone to love and be loved,” And Amandla continued her chores with the thought of having a boyfriend, Aviana, and Misses Holly really dared to press a button in trying to see what she was missing in life huh? It cannot be that tomorrow Aviana will be coming back with another batch of Billionaires and her mother will come back with a man who wants to have a time with her and become lovers—that would be a mes

Because it was Saturday, Dream is not going to school, instead, she will help her grandma at their grocery store. Every Saturday and Sunday, Dream would help Emma in selling their goods. Yara and Emma have found a beautiful space for their grocery store. It was situated near offices that's why it gained customers from different fields. At first, it was only a general merchandise but because their customers wished for meals, they granted it.

He paused for a moment, then silently grabbed a bag of my favorite plain chips, along with barbecue, tomato, and cucumber flavors, tossing them all into the cart. "Variety matters," he said. "It lets you do a cross-comparison to find the best one." I watched him deliver this nonsense with complete seriousness, and all my earlier irritation melted away. Just as I was humming happily, planning a quick stop at the yogurt section, a familiar voice rang out behind me. "Nova? Mr. Gilmore?" I froze, feeling my blood run cold. Yoel and I turned in unison to find Jeremiah clutching a basket of eggs, staring at us with his mouth wide enough to hold one inside.