Hot Milk Novels & Stories

She did not ask for any of this pain. Liam came from the kitchen with hot tea. He gave me a cup. His eyes looked tired but kind. “You did not sleep much,” he said softly. I shook my head. “I keep thinking about the medicine. The doctor said it is special. If we do not get it soon the girl could get sick like Sarah did.” Sarah woke up and heard us. She sat up slowly. “I know a place. An old doctor who worked with Havisham. He has the real medicine but he is not easy to trust.”

He went out of the room. She sighed wrapped her saree well and came out of the room. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. The moment he saw her he mouth her indicating coffee. It was the end of the monsoon season as the sun set earlier. It was past 5 of the evening and it was dark outside already. Street lights are already been glowing high on electricity poles at every few distances. She went to the kitchen to make his ordered coffee and trust me these are very rare coffees. She took out a mug and sighed and her hand caresses her left boob. If you are thinking what I wanna say then it is so correct! He wants her breast milk cold coffee. He even knew that boiling breast milk would get ba

She takes the cup from my hand takes a sip from it and then makes a funny face at me and I control the urge to laugh at her. “What is it?” I ask raising an eyebrow at her. “I don’t want to drink it,” she said passing the cup to me. “Why?” I ask her. “I don’t like the taste of it,” she said pouting at me and making me sigh at her childishness. “It’s hot turmeric milk, Nikki, it works as medicine so that well soon,” I said to her. “But I don’t like medicine,” she said again pouting at me. “It’s the medicine you aren’t supposed to like, but you have to get it so that you can well soon,” I said narrowing my eyes at her.

“You know I like a splash of milk.” Clara shrugged. “I don’t. So think of it as your morning meditation.” Natalia handed me a slice of garlic butter toast. “Eat. We’ve been up since five. Your Mama insisted on making scrambled eggs the way they do back home.” Mama raised an eyebrow. “These kids need protein. Not just sugar and drama.” Mischa raised his hand. “I can live on drama.” Max turned from his drawing. “Me too! But I also need chocolate milk. Mommy, can I?”

Reaching for my phone, I unlocked it and searched for simple home remedies for chest burn. After a few seconds, the answer popped up on my screen. Warm milk. I stared at it for a moment, hoping it would actually work, because at this point, I was willing to try anything just to feel normal again. I knew I wasn’t supposed to step into the main building. That rule had been made very clear to me, but at that moment, I simply didn’t care. It was already past eleven at night. The house should have been quiet by now, with everyone tucked away in their rooms or fast asleep. I doubted anyone would be wandering around at this hour, and honestly, I just needed a glass of warm milk. That mattered more

Their day is about to end for other people, but for Anderson, it's just getting started. "Mom, what did you cook for dinner?" Anderson walked out of his room with his eyes still half-closed. "Your favorite, of course. Go ahead, eat." His mother answered while smiling. She just finished cooking after she arrived home from work. "Thanks, Mom. Love you." Anderson said to his mom in a sleepy tone. After eating his lunch and dinner in one, Anderson took a bath and went out of their house to bond with his childhood friends. He found them having a good time in front of his best friend's house. When he approached them, he realized that they were drinking.

“Are you scared of your heat?” “Scared of you,” I said honestly. “Good fear,” he said. “Keeps you alive.” He walked to the door. “I’ll leave you to think. Tomorrow morning you’ll talk.” “Wait,” I said. “Water.” He grabbed a bottle from a shelf and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed and a spark went through me. The heat surged again. “Oh,” I whispered. He heard me. “Already starting. Poor omega.” “Shut up,” I said and drank fast.

“Water won’t help. You need this.” Nathan’s face was flushed, beads of sweat dripping down as he frowned. “I don’t like plain milk.” “But milk cuts the heat. It really works.” He looked at her. Seeing his lips red and swollen from the spice, looking both pitiful and ridiculous, Laura leaned closer, holding the straw to his mouth. “Go on, drink. I’m not going to poison you.” Nathan took a sip, finding it not as bad as he imagined. He then took the carton and drank deeply.

Before pulling out of the parking structure, he reached into the back seat and set a warm banana-leaf parcel and a small thermos in my lap. "Lemper. Uti's recipe — my grandmother." He merged into the crawl. "And STMJ. Still warm. She swore by it." STMJ. Susu, telur, madu, jahe — milk, egg, honey, ginger. Exactly what a body wrung out by four days of airports needed. Also, famously, the drink every bapak in Java swore by for his stamina. I hid my smile in the first warm sip and decided not to tease him. Yet.

The dreadful implications of what she had heard and who she had seen assailed Maahi as she absently stared at the swirling steam rising from the hot mug of Chocolate cradled in her hands. She was wrapped in a warm blanket, still, torpedoes of chill traveled down her arms. Her hands trembled. "Drink it. It will help with the cold."