The Milkman From That's Not My Neighbor Novels & Stories

she said. The two neighbors looked at her with lust as they both got up and walked over to her. She cupped her boobs and offered them to her neighbors. Milk was already leaking from her nipples. Kevin leaned his head and licked her right tit while his brother took the left one into his mouth. Josie let out a loud groan as the two neighbors started drinking her milk. She shut her eyes in pure bliss while her husband started taking pictures.

a boy’s voice yelled in my face. I blinked, my heart still racing. Anger surged through me as I shoved him away. “I didn’t need your help!” He glared at me, amber eyes practically glowing in the dim barn light. “You’re welcome,” he said sarcastically. “Mind your business. Who even are you?” “I’m your neighbor.” “We don’t have neighbors,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “My daddy owns this ranch.” “My daddy owns this ranch!” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice that made my face burn with annoyance.

Unknown POV I thanked the lady for her troubles, then walked to the counter. "You want more milk?" The bar man asked me in that grating tone. I smiled. "I might. Depends on what you can do for me." "Sometimes, I'm lame. And sometimes, I'm blind. Depends on how far your purse is," the man replied without even looking at me. I dug in my sack and found a small horn, which I slapped on the counter. His face lit up, and I finally had his attention.

"I didn't make that pie for you ok? Some woman named Rita brought it over. I was just being the kind neighbor you don't even deserve." "Oh please. You could do better than that princess. Rita? I don't even know anyone with that name. You probably just tried to flirt with me and since it didn't work you scalded me with a hot apple pie." He was so good at blurting garbage that for a minute even I was convinced that was my intention. "I wished it had burnt you to death though. At least I'll be going to jail for a very tangible reason." I retorted. He took a dangerous step close to me. We were both breathing fast and hard. Anger pulsing in our veins.

He had an elegant demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses. As soon as he closed the door, the noises began again. He obviously wasted no time picking up where he left off. Judging by the sounds, he must have been quite skilled. I rarely saw him leave his house. Maybe I should quit my job and set up a stall on his doorstep selling "protection", I thought. I doubt I'd need any other customers. I couldn't help but admire this satyriasis. Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit.

At that very moment my younger brother came sprinting inside the gym. "Sis,this is the coolest place isn't it?" He asked enthusiastically.He turn towards the man beside me and said: "Woah! what biceps."This made him chuckle.The man turned and smiled politely at him. "Do you know how did I get my biceps?"The stranger queried my younger brother. Antonio shook his head. "Its because I drink milk everday."My brother made a disgusted face,he hates milk.My lips twitched but I kept looking at both of them.

Now I have a frown in my head as I can't figure out what this old man is saying. He just called me as little master but then what does he mean by that? He even laughed at my question about whether he sells milk or not. Isn't it disrespectful? He act as if he really know what characteristic I have. Can someone like me not drink milk? Even if I am a boy, milk is healthy for growth... I don't even know him... but then...

The farmer himself was happily singing near the field while watering the crops, close to the chickens. The sight made him smile. This world might be full of strangers and magic, but it doesn’t mean that most of them are bad. ‘Maybe it’s just me,’ he thought. He then approached the farmer and asked, "Farmer Mac, I've cleaned the milk containerscontainers and gave the animals their food. Is there anything else I can do?“

"The milk must be boiled." I threw the milk into the sink as I noticed Mr. Martinez standing there which startled me a bit. "Can't you approach like a normal person? Why are you trying to give me a heart attack every time I see you? If it had been a man with a heart condition, he would already be dead." He approached, picked up the glass of milk, and then put it in a saucepan and heated it on the stove. "I would have eaten it silently if you had instant noodles. Why aren't there any instant noodles in the refrigerator?"

Ding dong~ "Excuse me! Ms. Neighbor! Can you open the door?!" As her wish was granted, the door opened. "What do you want?" Maxine asked in an irritated tone. Since Maxine opened the door slightly, Agatha peeked at the tiny space between the door and the wall. "The delivery man made a mistake. This milk bottle is yours; I think. Ms. Maxine Hubert?” Maxine glanced at the bottle. "Keep it. I accidentally broke the other milk bottle. So, keep it," she added.