Milkshake Emoji Novels & Stories

We place our order for one large Pepperoni Pizza and Dera proceeds to drag me upstairs to the Creamery. "I want a Milkshake." She exclaims excitedly to the guy attending to her and I chuckle. "I thought you wanted Ice cream? Um... what's you favourite again." I pause tsking. I snap my fingers when I remember. "Chocolate devotion right?" She grins. "You remember." I don't think she'll ever let me forget. "Don't you want that?" She hums thoughtfully. "I want that then I also want Strawberry Milkshake." Her greedy self replies making me laugh.

I murmured. “I will wait outside.” “Wait,” I said. “Won’t you dry your hair?” She smirked. “No. You are drooling on it. Let it stay wet.” I choked on air. She burst out laughing. “It is okay, beautiful. I do not mind,” she said, winking. My stomach flipped. “As you do not like milk, I will make chocolate shake. Change.” She pinched my cheek and walked out. I stood there, frozen. How does she know I do not like milk?

“Wait… where’s my milkshake?” Caleb looked a little too casual all of a sudden. “Umm… I drank your milkshake. And before you scream, hear me out....” “What? You got here and already drank my milkshake? That’s not fair!” He held up his hands again, clearly enjoying himself. “I was parched! And it was just sitting there. Cold. Beautiful. Calling my name...” “It had my name on it, Caleb!” “Technically, it had no label. So... finders keepers?”

There are some other products too which I instantly realize as Rayma also uses them. She is wearing a simple peach-coloured shirt with a pair of denim jeans. Her clothing style is really simple and baggy. “Here it is.” She shows me the side where I find every milk-made product. She goes to hold a milkshake pack and hands it to me. “I hope next time you’ll not need anyone’s help.” I smile at her, holding the pack. “Thank you. And sorry for the trouble. My son called me midway and asked to buy a milkshake.”

Lillian’s POV “I guess you owe me a thank you?” Craig’s teasing voice echoes in the kitchen, where I am personally preparing a drink for Luna Maera as a thank you. He just suddenly sneaks up behind me, popping up like a mushroom, and gives me a knowing look. Since the weather is hot, I decided to make a tropical shake for her. Basically, it’s a combination of mango, banana, and pineapple with some milk in it. While waiting for the blender, I lean my back on the counter and face Craig with my arms crossed.

Leon nodded "go ahead order whatever you would like. I'll take my usual Debbie." "What's a chocimi shake" asked Mackayla? "It's chocolate, cinnamon, whole milk and mint ice cream mixed it's very good." "Okay I will have one of those with a small glass of apple juice please." "Okay I will be back shortly with your drinks." As she walked away a young man walked up and set five glasses of water on the table, "hey Leon" he said. "Hey Toby" Leon said back "what's up with you today?"

She swirling her hair around her finger as she smacked her gum as she awaited my answer. “Oh, that’s actually our specialty drink and it’s really good. We fresh squeeze oranges, add a couple pumps of sweetened condensed milk, mix that up and add carbonation to it. It’s like an Orange Creamsicle popsicle in soda form.” “Ugh, milk and orange juice together! That sounds disgusting,” she replied as she pretended to gag. “I’ll just have a vanilla milkshake. Surely you people wont' screw that up.” “I’ll have the same.” The girl next to her quickly spoke up, giving me a half smile and trying to diffuse the tension of that last snide remark. At least she seemed somewhat friendly and totally out of p

Alex wasn’t out yet. “Milkshake please.” Said a young woman who had just walked in with a baby in her arms. “Plain?” “Chocolate.” She replied and took a seat. I looked around and saw that in each cabinet, there were ingredients stocked. From cocoa powder, fresh milk, cream, coconut milk, strawberries, and other items needed to fix each other. I swung into action. I had seen Grandpa mix chocolate milkshakes before so this shouldn’t be hard. I started to reach for ingredients that I felt were necessary for the chocolate milkshake.

My curiosity getting the better of me. “Not exactly, just dropping in …” comes her reply. What is that supposed to mean? She hands me over a chocolate milkshake with strawberry pieces on top. I frown… how did she know this is how I like my milkshake, did I ask for this, I suddenly could not remember. “Oh, wow! Thank you! Did I ask for this?” I ask, feeling confused. “Uh hah” she hums. I sip on the milkshake she gave me, immediately I’m hit with the feeling of nostalgia, it tastes just like when Mama made them for me.

She sighed deeply, “Even so. You're not just some bystander picking fights. Look, your face is ruined.” “But I'm still handsome,” he said, blushing and smiling. “Your sweating,” she said, wiping his forehead. She looked at the table, “Oh, there's food. Did you cook?” She happily asked, “I brought a mango shake for you because it's delicious; it reminded me of you. And I gave one to Kuya David. It's not melted yet. Cheers,” she said excitedly and took out the mango shake from the plastic bag. “That's so big,” Lush said, “But thank you.”