Spilled Milk Novels & Stories

After a while, she averted her gaze and got out of bed to freshen up. She hadn't been to the company for a long time, but today she had to go to the company. Today, Hannah woke up early and made herself a sandwich. She also brewed a cup of milk. The freshly brewed milk was too hot. She didn't hold it steady and the cup fell to the ground, spilling the entire cup of milk. Hannah looked down in astonishment as the milk flowed out of the cup. She didn't know why, but she felt something leaving her body.

she answered after wiping her mouth. “What milk did you drink?” She can read the worriedness in his face but she didn’t waste her time to answer him and look away so Caspian passes at her and checked the refrigerator to see what milk she drinks but he found nothing until he saw the carton of milk in the trash bin. He took the carton and check the label of it, he found that it was expired, he throw it again. “Let’s go to the hospital,” he carried her in his arms and walks away.

I felt her start to thrash beside me. And then her juice really started flowing. A stream of liquid sprayed out of her. At first, I thought she was peeing. I felt it splashing against my arm, coming out in squirts and spurts each time she moaned. Her body jerked around like she was being tickled. And all the while, her breasts continued to leak milk from their tips.

But in my heart, I cherished the fact that our baby was born out of genuine love. Lost in my own musings, I snapped back to reality when Carla snapped her fingers, breaking through the fog of my thoughts. "Huh?" I responded, caught off guard by her sudden interruption. "Ma'am, the milk is full and pouring already," Carla informed me, her voice tinged with concern. A gasp escaped my lips as I looked down, only to discover my robe drenched in spilled milk. Panic set in as I carefully detached the milk pumper, handing it over to Carla. She accepted it with practiced care, placing it on the bedside table.

It started skittering toward the edge of the table and hovering in the air for a second before falling onto the floor. I yelped at the scene (I don't know if vampires should be afraid of ghosts). There were no other ways to explain it. I stared wide-eyed at my dropped dead milk carton. The white creamy liquid was spilling out from the opening, but I was too scared to pick it up. "Di—did—did you see that?" I squealed, pointing shakily to the carton on the floor. "Oh yeah," Cammie's voice also sounded alarmed. "Your milk carton just did a bungee jump."

Pixel by pixel, he broke apart, crumbling into nothing. No screams. No fight. Just silence as he scattered into data dust and vanished. He... definitely looked dead. His crew followed right after, erased like sand in the wind. All of it over in three seconds flat. [Interference cleared.] That colossal voice boomed in my head again—this time... confused. "...My milk?" I froze, staring at the cup. Half gone. My throat locked up, eyes stinging. Game over. "Sir... your milk spilled!" My voice cracked.

"I'll be back very soon enough, and I don't want any of you freaks to be here when I arrive." Following John's last statements, he banged the main door, garnering a displeased yell from Carleen as he exited. Before everybody could drift back in, the door swung open again, revealing Mikaella and Ricky. She was holding a number of enormous ziplock bags, and he was holding a bucket of coolant that sloshed about. A white trickle flowed down both corners, and I knew it had to be homogenized milk, presumably milked only moments earlier from Lesley's cows. Strangely, the mere notion of a delicious glass of milk made my mouth swim. I'm not certain how fresh milk from the cow tastes in comparison to

Juliette blinks before her gaze slowly drops to my chest. “How do you still have milk? Shouldn’t it be dried up by now?” she asks in complete disbelief. Lilly immediately snorts loudly beside me. “Oh heavens, you should’ve seen her boobs leaking the other day.” My eyes widen instantly. “Lilly.” “It was the weirdest thing,” she continues completely unbothered. “We were literally talking and suddenly, boom, two wet patches on her t-shirt.” Juliette stares at her in horror before she turns back to slowly, “Wait… leaked? Like the way a tap leaks?”

Conversing with Marcus at the bar that day, I couldn't hide the weighty grudge in my mind, so I mistakenly let it slip out of my mouth. My heart skipped immediately. I spilled the milk, and my heart raced faster. I immediately went blank, and for some seconds, I could no longer hear any sound from the outer walls of my mind as I started to look for a perfect word or mechanism I could use to cover up the mess before Marcus figured out what I meant. I can only hear the unclear echoes of Marcus's voice. I wrecked my mind searching for what to do.

I gasped, flinching as the liquid soaked through my hair instantly. Milk. They were pouring an entire bottle of cold milk over me. I sputtered, the smell hitting me almost as fast as the humiliation. The chill ran down my scalp, down my neck, seeping into my shirt, sticky and disgusting. “What the hell—?!” My voice cracked, drowned out by their laughter. Lisa stepped back first, clapping her hands together like she’d just finished an art piece. “Perfect.” Aria smirked, tilting her head. “Waste of good milk, honestly.”