Milkshake Emoji Novels & Stories

"No. I'm here to make sure you eat lover boy." "I just want a pink milkshake." "Strawberry?" "No. Just say pink milk, they know what they add to make the heavenly drink which does in fact have strawberries. Just order it, look it is number seven on the menu." "I don't get it. Order number seven?" "I my dear friend, you do not get me? Judging by the hot mess you choose to ingest. You never once saw me complaining, recoil or question the raw monstrosity. Green smoothie with raw eggs and poisonous combinations, I also do not get it."

She liked at me when I continued to stare at her in shock. “That was really yummy” She said softly with a smile. My heart swelled at her amazing smile. I never wanted to see her stop smiling in that moment. I grabbed the milkshakes and gave her the choice of which one she wanted to try. “Would you like chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla?” I asked her and waited for her to reply. She furrowed her eyebrows while she thought about it. She finally answered after a moment. “Um, would it be ok if I were to try a sip of all of them so I can see if I like them and not waste any?”

Ashley mused, a perplexed expression adorning her features, before gracefully regaining her composure and directing her steps toward the awaiting presence of Alarina and Emily. Observing Ashley's return, Emily, engrossed in her culinary anticipation, inquired, "Did you secure my coveted strawberry milkshake?" With eager anticipation, Emily sifted through the culinary treasure trove that Ashley had procured. Her eyes alighted upon the longed-for strawberry milkshake, a sight that instantaneously illuminated her eyes with delight.

he said with a grin, not moving the straw from my face. James chimed in, holding his straw. “Come on, Mummy! Please?” I sighed, my resolve breaking as they both stared at me with wide, expectant eyes. “Fine.” I took a small sip, the rich taste of chocolate and caramel exploding in my mouth. I fought the urge to smile, not wanting to give Ryan the satisfaction. “Told you,” Ryan said, leaning back with a smug grin. “Best milkshake ever.” “Whatever,” I muttered, trying to ignore the warmth blooming in my chest.

She popped another nugget in her mouth, savouring the salty, greasy goodness. "Fuck," she mumbled around her mouthful, "These are so good. Why are they so good?" Lucas smiled indulgently, pulling back onto the road. "Because you're drunk, sweetheart. Everything tastes better when you're drunk." Emily nodded sagely, as if he'd imparted some profound wisdom. She took a long sip of her milkshake, closing her eyes in bliss. The cool sweetness was a balm to her frazzled nerves, momentarily pushing aside the tumultuous thoughts swirling in her head.

she says finally, a hint of excitement in her voice. The waitress nods, her pen scribbling furiously on her notepad. "Great choice! And to drink?" Tiffany looks at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's your favorite milkshake flavor?" I grin, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me. "Strawberry, hands down." Tiffany turns back to the waitress. "Two strawberry milkshakes, please." The waitress smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Coming right up!"

said Liam with a wink and continued, “Have this and calm down” he said while giving his drink to Lily. “I don’t want it” said Lily with an eye roll. “Okay then” said Liam nonchalantly and turned towards Topaz, “Here babe” said Liam sweetly while extending his hand towards Topaz. Before Topaz could give a reply, a cold Alpha decided to speak. “There are two girls. Have mine too. I don’t like milkshakes” said Mark in a plain tone. “Liar. You like chocolate milkshake” replied Topaz with narrowed eyes.

I tell him and he contemplates for a while. “True. Plus,your breath doesn’t reek of alcohol.” He adds and i nod. “Either ways drink up.” He orders and i look into the cup. “What the hell is this?” I question. “Kate called it a banana milkshake, she says it helps hangovers.” Josh explains and i mouth an ‘oh.’ I take slow sips of the milkshake and hand it back to Josh once i’m done with it. “How did i get home?” Josh scoffs at that question and plops down beside me.

The two of them waved at me and I waved back but motioned that I'll just get a drink at the counter. "Hi, do you have shakes here?" I asked the attendant who was puzzled at my question. "Hi Mrs. Davis, do you mean shaken cocktails?" he was smiling contagiously. I shook my head, "No, I mean milkshake? Or any sweet juices without alcohol," I replied hastily.