Milk Stories Novels & Stories

This was it, another thing I had to handle, I knew I had to do the talking and the planning and the reasoning since my mother could not be counted on. Once we sat at the dean's office, we were offered something to drink, I choose water, a safe option. I was handed a bottle of water and made sure to not swallow too loud or drink too fast. So, what can I do for you, the dean asked. The dean was an old man, nearing his last days, his hair was grey and neatly kept, his skin wrinkly. he was tall, almost six feet and wore a blue suit. “Well” I started before my mother could open her mouth, “I just moved back home and I would love to enrol in Murrah high,” I said.

Wilson International Group. “Don’t get me started on what happened to the ring." Looking at Vanessa’s empty finger, Lucinda chuckled, “Well, I must say that though by mistake, Megan did the very right thing.” “Seriously? You are taking her side?” Shrugging her shoulders, Lucinda answered, “I am just saying the right thing, you are better off without it.” Without waiting for her reply, she added, “And I don’t understand why you even have it on, I mean my husband comes home late from work for three consequetives days and I just slam my ring right on his face. And yours hasn’t shown up for five years, why the hell were you even wearing it in the first place?”

He asked her, as he stretched out his hands for the milk. "Here." She replied as she handed over the milk to him. Raymond sat down on another couch and brought the milk near his son's mouth in an attempt to feed him the milk. "Dad, you've to tell me a story before I drink it," Lorenzo said, pouting his lips like a child he is and making a baby face while looking at his dad. "Lorenzo, stories are for girls, do you now have a puerile attitude?" Raymond asked as if the three year old boy is all grown up.

Brietta ignored her screams and picked a paper, "It states her, you gave Miss Zelle an old milk with a little bit of mold and hardened part at the bottom." "Oof! She is allergic to milk and then you gave her ten times food poisoning!" Brietta added as she shook her head, "What a bad b*tch you are!" Breitta pressed some buttons and a glass of old milk with disgusting molds half of it came up from the ground. "She didn’t drink it!" Diana felt terrified seeing the glass of milk and tried to defended herself. "Yeah," Brietta agreed, "She didn’t. Coz’ you did! And now you will again!" Brietta punched her gut and forced her to drink the milk. "And all because she was save by Sir Aaron. Again, your

The two sacks full with twenty kilo white rice , brown red and flour , five chickens , five kilo pork meat , ten one kilo weight fish , two boxes chicken eggs , five kilo brown sugar , two kilo red dates , two package sugar and salt , two package tea leaves , two cans melted milk, two package milk powder and a packet of milk candy . According to the village chief , his third daughter in law had given birth few days ago and the milk is not enough. The baby always cried for not drink enough milk . They only can buy two can melted milk in the county state . The village chief family had not separated still they already lives in separated house and they lives closer to each other .

“So granny i was wondering, why did you give Allysa the milk last night?” Granny stopped walking as she turned to look at me. “He doesn't know?” She asked. “It's for fertility of course I read it in a magazine and I do watch it in India movies.” “You told me you didn't know the reason why she gave you that milk.” “What difference would it make?” I asked and stormed out of the kitchen. I wasn't ready to get into any argument with him so I walked up the stairs to start getting my things ready. Benny had them delivered on Friday before the party.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

The door slammed. The car pulled away. The sea wind stayed behind. Dark swallowed the inside. I curled up in the seat. My throat burned where he'd grabbed me. Carlo's blood was still on my hands. I could feel it. I bit my lip till I tasted iron. One thought. Just one. 'I survive. I avenge Carlo. They pay.' Later, I heard the story Giacomo sold. That I killed Carlo over the inheritance. That I forged the deal, tried to bury it.