Hot Milk Novels & Stories

he said as Ashley smiled brightly before nodding as Jake left. As Jake left, Ashley stood up from the couch and proceeded to look around before something caught her eye, "Hey, I got red wine, I hope that's ok- Ash?" Jake called out as he entered the living room with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Ashley turned around with a smoke hookah in her hand as she raised an eyebrow, "What's this?" She asked as Jake rolled her eyes, "That's Max's," he replied as he reached for it causing Ashley to pull away from his reach.

After a few beats, he cut their connection. "Would you like me to get you some fresh milk from the fridge to soothe your mind?" "Yes, please. I've been stressed for the past few days. My body is sluggish and I don't feel like eating." "You are draining yourself so much at work. I advised you to let me take care of the other transactions so you don't have to suffer," he spoke out before going to their mini kitchen where the fridge was. He opened up the fresh milk bottle and then poured it into two glasses. He simply took the thing that Lalaine gave him from his pocket and then quickly mixed it to Romana's drink.

She took out the rosemary and thyme bread she had stocked in space. Jack came in with the pail of milk and handed it to Mira. “Do you want to have breakfast now?” Mira asked as she started the fire to boil the milk. There was no reason for Mira boiling milk…. Everyone just drank it just like that… but she liked the taste of hot milk… so she boiled it! How could she know that it would become a standard practice thousands of years later. “I will wait for everyone.” Jack’s lips curled up as he saw the breakfast preparation his wife had done.

Excited Amelia found her way into the kitchen thanking God for the little ray of hope she felt. "I know my sister is wrong about Jack. he loves me and he will choose me over all these fancy women. It's just a matter of time". Amelia obviously hasn't been this happy in a very long time from Jack's actions or words. Who knows he would willingly pick her as his wife instead of these women? Scanning through the refrigerator for ingredients available, Amy concluded on making Brie Quesadilla with fruit salsa.

As quickly as she could, she called for room service and asked for a glass of turmeric milk. "Here, drink this while I call for an ambulance." She panicked, feeding him from the glass of milk. "Grandma said turmeric milk helps someone to heal." She kept showing him the glass of milk. She even shoved it in his eyes! She was losing it. She was having a panic attack!

Early next morning, Riley was already waiting for me downstairs. As soon as I got into the car, he pulled out a steaming bag of pastries and warm milk from under his coat. "I kept them in my coat to keep them warm so you can have a hot breakfast. Hurry and eat before it gets cold." I took the breakfast and held it in my hands. Riley drove, glancing at me from the corner of his eye every now and then. "Yesterday, the head of the Kentran Top-Secret Research Project contacted me. My name's on the list for this new project. Anna, I know it was you who recommended me." My hand trembled when I heard that.

I shake my head, but I have to admire his commitment to the task. "Alright, let's get to work," Hendrix says, clapping his hands together and getting down to business. He starts by grabbing the milk and heating it in a saucepan. Then, he adds some chocolate, vanilla, and sugar. He whisks it all together, then lets it simmer for a few minutes until it is nice and hot. He pours it into a mug, then tops it off with whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon. He hands the mug to me with a flourish. "There you go, my dear sister in-law," he says, a smug smile on his face. "The best hot chocolate you'll ever taste, I assure you."

Wearing a black boxer with no upper garment, revealing his raw masculine chest, he went to the kitchen counter and started to get busy. Mort prepares a traditional breakfast for the maiden. A delicious art of buttermilk pancakes with raspberry jam and cream topping, sharlotka, a plate of syrniki, the famous cream cheese vatrushka buns, and a hot chocolate. After he had prepared all the sweet dishes, Mort put them in a golden carving trolley and brought it to his bedroom where the maiden sleeping. He wrote a note and laid it down next to the covered food. "Hmmnn," she moaned. Jaws moved, Mort, covered her exposed thighs with a blanket when he suddenly felt arose.

The scent was grounding, rich and earthy, the kind of aroma that wrapped itself around your senses and told you to slow down. I turned to the milk. Oat milk, smooth and creamy, poured into the saucepan as I lit the stove. The flame flickered to life, a tiny blue glow that crackled softly. I stirred the milk with the wooden spoon, adding a spoonful of sugar and watching it melt into the warmth like it belonged there. The sound of the spoon brushing against the bottom of the pot soothed something in me, a steady rhythm I hadn’t known I needed.

He asked from behind her, "I still don't get why anyone would prefer hot chocolate over lemonade in summer. You sure you don't want me to get an iced coffee or something?" Iris gave an amused smile and shook her head, making Dom whine, "Little Wolf, you do realize that it's a hundred and twenty degrees outside, right?" "Umhm!" She smugly responded and took a gulp of the hot beverage in her hand. Then she shrugged her shoulders, smiling, "What can I do if baby Dom craves this and not lemonade?" "What makes you so sure it's baby Dom and not baby Iris?" Iris shrugged again and took another sip.