Spilled Milk Novels & Stories

When I came back, I attempted to drink it in one go so I could go back to bed, but stopped when I tasted something funny. "The hell?" I spat the milk on the sink and my eyes spotted two sachets of laxatives. "Who the fuck...?" I growled in anger and clutched my stomach when it started grumbling like hell. I ran to the toilet and barely made it before my stomach burst. I spent the whole night coming in and out of the bathroom until my energy depleted completely. I already drank some medicine to help, but the demon who did this put too much on my milk and it'll take a while to flush it out.

I somehow was angry and relieved, was I angry for the fact that he teased me way too far this time, or was I angry that I had expected him to drop the glass of milk and then kiss me. Good heavens, I was going crazy. The atmosphere all of a sudden seemed awkward and I had the urge to run upstairs. "I'll be back." I said as I attempted to get up the other glass of hot milk on the stool beside me shook and the glass of hot milk spilled on my legs. "Oh my gosh!!" I half screamed out of pain and fell back on the couch.

"Pfft—!" One of the clients choked, unable to keep his drink down. He pointed at the half-drunk latte, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Breast milk? Did you seriously make this latte with your own breast milk?" Sadie flashed a smug grin. "Exactly. I've got more milk than my son can even drink. It was about to go bad in the fridge, so I thought I'd let you all have some. Consider yourselves lucky.

Instead of spitting everything in one mouthful, Goober puffed up his cheeks before launching milk in the air explosively. The bed became an utter mess in no time.

White milk and yellow flakes splattered across the floor, coating my bare toes and the bottom of the cabinets. I pushed my stool back. The wooden legs scraped loudly against the floor. My hands curled into tight fists at my sides. Heat rushed up my neck. I wanted to grab her hair. I wanted to drag her face through the puddle of milk. Martin stepped away from the stove. He grabbed a roll of paper towels from the counter and knelt on the floor beside my feet. He began wiping up the mess, his broad shoulders hunching over the spilled cereal. Celestia adjusted her silk robe. She took a step back, her heel coming down squarely on the back of Martin's right hand.

Was the milk too hot, or was there another reason? Everyone was surprised and failed to react. “Pa—” the mug that Summer held in her hands fell and shattered on the floor. Some milk spilled on the blanket while some splashed on Summer’s palm. She felt an instant scalding pain, but she gritted her teeth, holding back her pain. Raine and Madam Hamilton quickly rushed over upon hearing the noise and helped to clean up the blanket and the milk spilled on Yvette. Holding back her pain, Summer too tried to help.

It is too soon to make that kind of decision. I was distracted during breakfast. I didn't realize that the milk was overflowing in the cereal bowl. I heard my grandmother calling out to me and bringing me back to my senses. " Dear. What are you thinking about so deeply? You are about to swim in milk," she says jokingly. I notice the large puddle on the counter that does become the spilled milk.

I stutter, then back away from him. “Wait,” Trevor calls out, his hand jerks, and the hot milk spills on the back of his palm. He lets go of the cup with a groan, spilling the milk to the ground, and his hand collides with the jug of coffee on the edge of the table next to the coffeemaker. The coffee spills too, and scalds his right thigh, exposed by the shorts he’s wearing. Trevor steps back and cries out in pain while clutching his right leg upward.

Because he and Number-9 had been close, she had given him one of her beloved bottles of oat milk as a gift. Jim had treasured this bottle of oat milk beyond measure and refused to finish it in one go, instead spreading it over the course of a few days. Every time he drank it, he would take a small, tentative sip to savor it because he was worried that if he finished it too soon, he would forget what it tasted like. In the end…he was admitted to a hospital due to food poisoning from drinking spoiled milk. When the doctors entered his information into the computer system, they discovered that this was none other than Jim Landry, the young master of the Landry family who had run away from him.

She loved the mall a lot and liked to run off but Giovanni held her tight. They headed for the grocery part and Giovanni began staring at the milk, trying to check out their expiry dates and names while Ginny tried to grab a milk from the rail. She rose on her toes and tried to take it, her fingers almost reaching the top and then she jumped, only to see three more tumbling down with the milk she grabbed. “Argh!” She gasped as her eyes widened when she heard them hit the ground with a loud thud and burst. Giovanni, who was still checking the date, was startled to see milk spilt on the floor while Gerald just looked at the mess with surprise.