Milkman Novels & Stories

She'd walked six miles to the all-night convenience store to get it. Back then, our apartment had been just a cramped studio, but that cup of spiked hot cocoa had tasted sweeter than anything I'd ever known. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the silence from behind. "Caleb!" Before I could turn, a few coins clattered heavily against my back. Theo's laugh rang shrill and cruel, brimming with unrestrained pride. "Caleb, broke again? Planning to mooch off the shop owner now?" Every word dripped with mockery. I stared at the coins on the floor, straightened my back, and stepped over them. Without a glance, I walked down the stairs and headed straight for the clinic.

With a quiet, grounding grace, she sat right down on the freezing stone beside him, completely unbothered by the dirt, and held the warm pewter cup out to his shaking fingers. The warrior stared down at the broth, his ice-light eyes shaking violently. He looked at his own scarred, powerful hands, his voice a broken, hollow rasp. "How... how can you look upon me with kindness? You do not know the horrors I committed when the starvation took us. I am a plague. I should have been left to rot in the dark. I wish the earth would simply take my breath."

… By the third month of living abroad, I met a foreigner named Jansen Peters. He was a businessman who spoke flawless English. Not only was he fierce in business, he was also equally intense in other ways. In the days since being thoroughly cherished by him, I had lived happily every single day. Meals appeared the moment I wanted them, and I barely had to lift a finger. Even my father complained that Jansen spoiled me far too much. Jansen merely smiled, lowering his gaze as he wrapped an arm protectively around my waist to stop me from bouncing around and falling.

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

Somehow I moved my gaze to the shadow dude, who had the decency to chuckle at my state. “If you’re thinking of jumping don't bother Love. You would have a long fall before hitting the rocks at the bottom of The Divide.” He crossed his arms “What a shame that would be too.” “The Divide?” I asked cautiously still unnerved. “You know the giant ravine leading to the mine? Even my grandmother could see it and she is blind as a bat.” The sapphire eyed male snarked rolled his eyes at me in distaste. “Thanks for the input.” I cut in icily eyeing the window. Maybe jumping to my death would be better than staying here.

"Cammie! My name is Cammie." Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the older gentleman says, “nice to meet you Cammie, I am Sheriff of these parts and this is my wife Willow she is a doctor as I expect she has mentioned to you already. Everyone calls me Sheriff but please feel free to call me Henry or Mr Penser. This young man here who seems to have lost his tongue is Robin, this is his here bedroom we’re all standing in at the moment”. I look to the good looking, manly, bearded man, wondering to myself if his name seems a little feminine? I mean, he is possibly the manliest man I have ever seen, “Robin, not what I was expecting”.

The man hunched over, coughing profusely. “An excruciatingly painful death it is.” Kene made to hit him again but I caught his hand and he stepped back. I stood over the man’s hunched body, disgust filling my belly. He wasn’t a half breed, he was a full fledged human. “What is your name?” I asked. He raised his head until he was staring me dead in the eye. “My name is Oregon, soldier and defender of Whitlock and….” “Where is Vico, Oregon?”

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

and Jake so sandy that by the time he got through there was so much dirt in the bed that they might as well have been wallowing around on the ground. There were little lines of mud on her belly where sweat had caked the dust. She didn’t resent it, particularly—it was better than smoke pots and mosquitoes. It was only when Jake sat up to reach for his whiskey bottle that he noticed the dust. “Dern, I’m sandy,” he said. “I should have bathed in the river.” He sighed, poured himself a whiskey and sat with his back against the wall, idly running a hand up and down her leg. Lorena waited, taking a sip or two of whiskey. Jake looked tired. “Well, these boys,” he said. “They are aggravating devils

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.