Hot Milk Novels & Stories

My husband constantly ignored my pleas in my previous life, giving his salary to his first love despite my objections. After giving birth, I couldn't produce any milk due to prolonged starvation. My son cried desperately from hunger. When I finally managed to buy formula and brought it home, my husband snatched it away to give to his first love. "Vicky's milk supply is low too, and she's a widow. Let's give it to her child first," he insisted. I fought to take it back, but my husband knocked me unconscious. I staggered to look for him when I regained consciousness, only to discover my husband at Victoria Langford's house, putting on diapers for someone else's child. My son had already starved to death then, and out of despair, I followed him in death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment I first learned of my pregnancy. This time, I chose to terminate the pregnancy and file for divorce.

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce. His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression. "As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table. He did not even bother to ask why. On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.

“My dear mate, you shouldn't have tried running away from me. Do you think I'm a monster too?” He growled into my ears, his hands wrapped around my waist tightened slightly, and I feared he might snap me into two.  I stared up at him and flinched when I saw his eyes switch colors. I wasn't scared of him, but damn! It looked like he was going to kill me.  Rejected and betrayed by my first mate, the moon goddess offered me two more but I was going to pay for a sin I didn't even commit! 

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands. He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist. His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest. I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here." I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

When Lilly writes an exposé on billionaire Jake Rylland's secret playboy nightlife, it goes viral and catapults her into fame. Not wanting to lose her new found fame, she tries to milk the situation for all it’s worth. The world finally wants to listen to her so she is going to give it what it wants, more details about Jake. Jake on the other hand is angered because he thinks letting Lilly continue investigating and writing about him is dangerous. He vows to destroy her. Can Lilly survive his wrath or will he fall for her charms?

“You're so cold. My strawberry milk needs ice,” Ruelle says, sitting on Killian and wrapping her legs around him making his anger vanish immediately. Killian stared down at the female currently staring up at him with a smile on her face. ‘I would destroy everyone that made her cry’ He vowed to himself. |Killian| The crippled ice-cold Billionaire who only smiles at his wife. |Ruelle| The neglected daughter of a second-grade family. Both are fueled by their anger and thirst for revenge. What would happen when these two are forced into marriage with each other? When fire meets Ice and love clashes with hate.

Out of sheer boredom, I randomly clicked into a livestream titled "Taming an Innocent Housewife." In the stream, a woman in a silk chemise was lazily puttering around the kitchen. When the camera finally showed her face, I was completely stunned—it was me. Not only that, but on the public chat, the top donor was spamming gifts like crazy. [Make her drink that spiked milk.] Soon after, a man groveled in response: [Thanks for the gift, bro. She'll drink it right now. I promise you a hell of a show tonight.] I'd recognize that voice anywhere—it was my husband, Jake, who was supposedly on a business trip overseas. My own husband had turned our home into a hidden-camera setup, treating me like his personal reality show star. And now, he was trying to feed me illegal drugs just to rake in donations. Most people would've broken down or called the cops. But I'm what you'd call the ultimate pro at playing nice—everyone in our circle knows I'm the queen of manipulation. I picked up that glass of milk, looked straight into the camera, and gave a fragile, tantalizing smile. "Since my husband's not home, drinking this milk all alone feels so lonely... I wish some strong, capable guy would come take care of me." The chat exploded. Donations went through the roof. Later that night, Jake burst through the front door, ready to "discipline" me—but froze in his tracks. There I was, sitting in lingerie on the lap of the top donor, grinning at my husband. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight!"

My roommate was obsessed with those cheesy “milk-scented girl” romance stories. She wanted to become the kind of heroine from those books. Tiny, soft, and delicate, the type who was supposedly so sweet that even her farts smelled like milk. So she went completely overboard. She lived on dairy. Drank milk nonstop. Even took milk baths. She tried everything, all because she was convinced she’d eventually run into her destined male lead. I believed in letting people make their own choices. What I didn’t expect was for her to go after my boyfriend, the guy I’d basically grown up with. One day, she sent him a carefully posed thirst trap. He replied with one word. “Get lost.” Then she proudly showed me the screenshot, like she’d won something. “Only girls like me, soft and sweet and irresistible, deserve a powerful man’s obsessive love.” “Don’t be fooled by how cold he is now. He’ll be crazy about me soon enough. He’ll want me all to himself.” I was just about to tear into her when a row of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. “Fresh one, guys. This host is bold. Coming in with a thirst trap right away? Nice.” “Wait, what? Isn’t this just harassment? The male lead already has a girlfriend.” “Bro, I think you’re in the wrong livestream.”

Elizabeth’s life shattered when the baby she had risked her life to bring into the world left her behind. To make matters worse, her mother-in-law kept blaming her, while her husband never once defended her. After losing her child, Elizabeth uncovered an even harsher truth: her husband was having an affair with his colleague—and the woman was pregnant. In the midst of her grief, Elizabeth encountered a premature baby who had been deprived of breast milk after being abandoned by a mother who chose to pursue her career abroad. But who would have thought that this encounter would bring her face-to-face with Nathan—a handsome CEO who turned out to be the baby’s father! So, how will Elizabeth’s story unfold next? ---

Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.