The Milk Fic Novels & Stories

I looked down and my eyes darted wide after what I saw. The white color of milk was eaten away by a light shade of green with smokes coming out of it. It took a dark shade of green. How was it possible for the milk to turn into poison? I was shaken when I heard a booming voice from within. "You are not weak, Bruna! You are not WEAK!" The voice startled me and I dropped the glass of milk, the glass splintered into pieces with the poison spilling on the floor. Wait! Was that my wolf? No, it wasn't Leora then who was the owner of this voice? And how did my tear turn this milk into a deadly poison?

Aricka held out the mug for Devine and with a single sniff, she recoiled from the mug. “That isn’t just off. There’s something in that, that should not be there at all. I don’t recognize it but I think you should just leave it well enough alone. That’s not rancid, I think there’s some kind of chemical or poison in it. I know you don’t use sugar but that seems overly sweet-smelling.” That’s when Yolanda stepped in and took the mug. She smelt it and then went to the minifridge and pulled out the milk there. She sniffed it too. “I think someone has spiked the milk with antifreeze.”

Flavius After hours of working in the smithy Fimrouck and I take a break. We sit out on one of the many balconies, taking in the fresh air. I take a swig out of my water skin, letting a sigh escape my lips. Fimrouck looks over at me, sipping on a glass of milk. "Milks an odd choice of drink," I comment. Fimrouck grins holding his glass high and proud. "Milk keeps my head clear, not to mention it's good for your bones," he says.

We talked about work and any other weird thing that had happened to us this week. “I don't think we got any milk while shopping, Mia,” Melanie said, as she arranged the rest of everything in the refrigerator. I sighed. “I knew I was forgetting something. Melanie abandoned me for the meat section.” I complained. Felicity lifted one of the frozen meat packets. “I don't blame. This is going to taste heavenly roasted over charcoal.” Genevieve tried to peer into it from the kitchen counter. “Don't we need milk for the cake?” she asked.

''Erza said, '' Proper weather condition has to be met before you can plant the dark element seed. '' I see they can only grow in certain Environment. ''Nolan said, '' Correct for example, the milk seed had to grow in cold water the temperature needs to be -3 ''Erza said, '' What the milk grow on the tree it comes in a thick white milk pouch, all you have to do is a poke in the pouch and drain it. '' The meat and Egg grow in the same form into a pouch,'' Erza said,

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

She had mistaken morning sickness for common vomiting. She took away the braised fish and poured her a glass of warm milk. “Madam, have some milk.” “Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.” Fia picked the glass up, but when she smelled the scent from the milk, she quietly put it down. “Why aren’t you drinking it, Madam?” “I want to eat something, but no milk.” The joy in Mrs. Taylor’s eyes couldn’t even be hidden. “Madam, it’s obvious that you’re pregnant! You can’t treat this as nothing! You can’t just take any medicine because you think it’s a stomachache. It will not be good for the child.”

Deen immediately looked up at his greeting, there was a look of surprise there when she saw Jeff standing in front of her, but then she smiled softly. "I've had insomnia lately." Jeff smiled, "If you want to be sleepy, drink white milk. I heard it can make us comfortable and sleep." "White milk?" Deen frowned, "I don't like white milk, it's too tasty and has a strange smell on my nose, makes me nauseous." This time Jeff actually chuckled with amusement, "This is the first time I've heard such a compelling description of white milk. What are you writing?" Jeff unconsciously pulled a chair and sat in front of Deen.

He was holding his own glass of milk. "I'm on a diet." Fay lied. To be honest, there was only enough cereal left for the two children. "Mommy is already very thin. What diet?" Mika interjected cleverly. She pushed her glass of milk over. "Mommy seems to really like her milk. Just drink mine. Lately I don't like the brand of milk Mommy buys."

Thankfully, her daughter was able to drink milk. “What took you so long?” Felicia complained. She scrutinized my appearance. “You didn't change your clothes. What are you doing in the locker room?” “I gave my frozen milk to Lydia,” I replied. Felicia opened her mouth. “You did what?” “The baby is only five months old, but Lydia can't breastfeed her daughter anymore. We accidentally met in the park yesterday. Since I was still producing milk and couldn't give it to my son, I gave it to Lydia's daughter.”