Spilled Milk Novels & Stories

She had left the milk on the bed last night and hadn't had time to clean it up. Now the milk is dry, but there is still a shiny circle in the middle. Letitia picked it up layer by layer and couldn't help but say, "Good girl, that's a good spill." A normal spill when drinking milk from a glass would have been a spattering, but this was just as good as if he had poured it right in the centre. Letitia laughed at Samuel's clumsiness and shook her head in disbelief. Opening the washing machine, Hulun stuffed the things in, and when she had put the last bit of bedding in, she suddenly froze and took the previous bedding out again, unfolding it and looking at it carefully.

"Are you okay?" shouted Aaron as he entered my unit, I had time to turn around to make sure it was Aaron who came before I went back to struggling with the sink until I ended up squatting while holding on to the edge. "Not at all," I said before throwing up again. This was bad. "I think the milk I drank is spoiled. It smells sickening." Aaron was seen picking up the milk carton on the table, drinking the contents straight from the opening. He said, "It's still good, far from the expiration date." And there was no problem with him.

When I walked in he spared me a glance before totally pushing his hues off me having his concentration on the discussion he was having. He was going to ignore me then? Well let’s see how long he was going to stay in that mood of his. I walked right passed him, knowing very well that my cheek ass would be calling for his fucking attention, I took my seat which was opposite him. Watching him carefully, I had still not grabbed his full attention. Holding the glass of warm milk in my hand, I made it look like an accident, and spilled it on my body. The milk covered my tits, down to my stomach and my lap.

He almost panicked and just picked up a piece of bread, shoving it whole into his mouth. "Oh, take it easy or you'll choke." Said the lady as she handed him a glass of milk. The young woman drank it immediately without a brake. "Wait a minute, where's Matt?" when he heard what he said, Furi suddenly spilled the milk he was drinking and spilled it on the floor. The lady was surprised at him and just got a wet wipe. "I-I'm aunt." At the same time, he grabbed the rag from her hand and wiped it on the floor. The lady just picked up a tissue at the same time she wiped the girl's mouth and her neck that was stained with milk.

The cup of milk teetered on the edge of the table, its precarious balance a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Emily. Before she could react, the cup toppled over, its contents spilling out like a tidal wave. The cold milk soaked through her silk nightwear, the chill seeping into her bones like a winter frost. Emily gasped, her eyes wide with shock, her breath caught in her throat like a bird in a gilded cage.

he said his voice full of panic. “Yea?’ she answered her eyebrows frowned. “What type of milk is this?” he asked dramatically dropping his bowl to the ground spilling the contents on the wooden floor. “The hell Grey! If you didn’t like it you should’ve just said so instead of spilling the entire thing like a child- “Grey crouched to the ground holding his neck as if he was chocking, her panicked filled face was priceless. “Jesus, what is happeni- Grey!” she moved towards his body on the ground.

"It's okay. I can get it myself. Besides, it's just a glass of milk." Lilia eventually nodded in agreement. She pointed her finger to indicate the cupboard next to the refrigerator. "Please take a glass from the cupboard. The milk is in the middle row of the refrigerator." Bella looked understanding. She opened the cupboard Lilia meant, then took a tall glass. A moment later, Bella opened the refrigerator right next to her. She took a box of full-cream milk and poured it into the glass she was holding. "Perfect." Bella smiled and turned around. At the same time, as she took a step forward, she accidentally bumped into someone, causing the milk in her hand to spill and, of course, splatter on

Suzanne sank down on a chair and wanted to dig in but she realized she left her spoon on the kitchen counter. As she rinsed her spoon and wanted to withdraw her hand, her elbow accidentally shoved the milk carton she'd left lying around and since she didn't close it tightly, she had just kept the cover on the lid, the carton tipped off and the creamy white milk ran down the counter, fell on the head of the stool before splashing on the floor. "Oh no!" Suzanne moaned and grabbed a mopstick quickly. In her haste of furiously mopping the mess away, the head of the stick hit the cereal box and it fell to the floor also.

“Oh! Um... so, funny story, I was making you cinnamon oat-milk because I figured warm drinks are comforting and I swear I put the phone on the counter, but I also put the pot on the stove and then there was this meow from Flan, and anyway, long story short...” She held up the phone, it was wet, dripping with... milk? I stared. “It, uh... fell into the pot of boiling oat-milk. It’s kind of... cooked now?” she added, giving it a hopeless little shake. There were a lot of things I’d trained for. But this? Fuck, this wasn’t one of them. Her voice dropped to a mumble, “And I, um... I don’t really have the money to replace it or get it fixed right now.”

The rustic vibe of the bathroom even increased my speculations. I pondered and think what happened before I vomited. I was all fine. I was feeling fine. Except the crying and emotional shitness, not until I drank that Milk. I hurried out and went to the milk box. It is not yet expired. It’s expiration is dated few more years from now. I faintly sat down in my chair. My lips and my legs are trembling thinking about the possibility the I’m denying deep inside my mind. Am I pregnant?