Minuman Long Ellen Novels & Stories

"Yeah, bring her up." Mina nodded and hurriedly left his office, closing the door behind her. As Elvin sipped his coffee, he felt its warmth soothing his throat. He drank it a bit too quickly, causing his tongue and throat to be scalded. He winced and coughed. Realizing he was rushing, Elvin reminded himself that he had plenty of coffee left. He decided to take a moment and walked to his mini-kitchen. Yes, his office had a small kitchenette, like a miniature version of a house. He went to the mini-refrigerator, opened it, and grabbed a can of soda, ignoring his usual restrictions due to his kidney condition. At that moment, he didn't care.

Luckily for her, the mask prevented people from recognizing who she was. The party was of course Ellen got to meet several prominent and business men as her work demanded it. Ellen was so engrossed in the party with her sister without realizing that her Boss son called Kelvin Osborne had been stealing lustful glances at her . Kelvin of course, as the CEO son was enjoying and drinking more than he should. Ellen on the other hand didn't want to drink any alcohol beverages since she was still young and hadn't taken anything of that sort. She subconsciously took white wine mistaken it as non alcoholic beverage. She loved the taste which made her to take quite a number of glasses.

Starters Broth ------------------ 2 Thiánden Clam Soup ------------ 3 Thiánden Drinks Juice ------------------ 1 Thiánden Beer ------------------- 3 Thiánden Wine ------------------ 3 Thiánden Meals Grilled Tenderloin with rice ------------ 2 Wievta Seafood special with rice ------------ 3 Wievta Desserts Salad ----------------- 2 Thiánden Ellaine ordered Clam Soup, Wine(she’s in legal age now so it’s tolerable), Grilled Tenderloin, and Salad. The service was fast. In less than a minute, her orders were delivered on her table. Work of magic, perhaps? “That would be Three Wievta and Three Thiánden, ma’am.” Before she could look for the needed coins to pay, the door swung open and Finrod dashe

Cinnamon. I smell it the moment Marlene sets the cup on her desk. Oat milk latte, extra shot, cinnamon dust on top. Elena’s exact order from five years ago. The one I memorized after our third date when she mentioned—just once, in passing—that most baristas get it wrong. "She's in meetings all morning," Marlene says before I can ask. Her tone is gentle. Pitying, maybe. "Then calls with Tokyo. Then a site visit."

“Please give me five minutes, Sir. I’ll have to call my manager for the key.” “Sure. Glasses. Ice for mine.” The kid’s hands shook like he was handling nitroglycerin. I didn’t care why; I just liked the way the room bent when I spoke. We moved to the booth. The bottles arrived on silver — mine dark and lethal, hers amber and ancient. She sipped and her eyes widened; the liquor was probably worth more than her tuition. “My name is Julian. What’s yours?” “Elena.” “Elena,” I repeated, tasting it. “Beautiful name. I like it. What do you do?”

No one forced Elliot to drink. Once he finished the bottle, Ben looked at him and asked, "Have you recovered from your injury? Didn't the doctor tell you to stay away from alcohol for three months? It hasn't been three months yet, right?" Jun heard them and hastily brought a bottle of fruit juice. "Elliot, drink some juice!" Jun cleared all the wine bottles in front of Elliot. "There's still food left in the kitchen, do you guys want some?"

The Langleys were not as peaceful as they looked to be on the surface. At this thought, Eva's eyes darkened, and she looked coldly at Elena. “One glass.” She was not as useless as Elena made her out to be! Elena sneered and poured her a glass personally. If she wanted only a glass, she would give Eva a glass! There was a lot of hard liquor at the side, and they were all expensive drinks. Elena brought over a bottle of VSOP Remy Martin. She poured half a glass for Eva and later followed it with some champagne.

The scent of kettle corn wafted through the air, and Memory inhaled deeply, her stomach growling. “I told you you should’ve eaten a bigger lunch,” Ellie commented under her breath. “I didn’t have time,” Memory reminded her. “We were busy. Besides, I’d still want kettle corn.” “That I believe,” Ellie said, causing Memory to look at her out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve noticed you have a sweet tooth, missy.” “You have? I do?” Memory’s eyebrows knit together as she tried to think of any sweets she’d eaten in front of Ellie, but she couldn’t—except for the sugar cookie Ellie had brought her from Leon’s the other day. “Hmmm....”

BONUS DAMIEN - Do you prefer juice or coffee? - Ellen asked with her back to me. She was dressed in light jeans and a simple T-shirt. Her hair had been carefully combed into a respectable high ponytail. respectable. It had taken her a considerable time to leave the room and I could now understand why. Ellen was nervous. - Juice, please. - I replied. She nodded and sighed. From where I was standing, I could see that her hands were shaking slightly. Why was she so nervous? After all the situations we'd been through, she had no reason to be. Ellen turned around and poured the glass in front of me.

“Corner suite.” “You ever been in there?” Lena flushed. “No. We keep boundaries.” “Clearly,” Ellie muttered. She paused by the piano, fingers skimming the keys. “Is this his?” “He plays when no one’s around.” Ellie arched a brow. “You’re in deep.” “I know.” “Well,” Ellie sighed. “In case you forget who you are in this marble jungle, I brought snacks, gossip, and two bottles of cheap wine.” Lena smiled. “You’re a saint.”