Beetle Juice Beetle Juice Novels & Stories

“Lux Corp is already in debt, isn’t it? You said so earlier!” “Yes!” I squeezed the pointer in my hand. “It’s the worst thing to admit. But I’m afraid that Lux Corp will very soon become an empty shell.” ***** [Harold Lux’s POV} The Pheropsophus Verticalis, known commonly as the Bombardier Beetle, helps humanity by returning the remains of the dead back to Mother Nature. It’s generally harmless—almost invisible. But when backed to a corner, the quarter inch insect is a self-destructive bomb that kills anything five times its size.

What eyes full of life! - What kind of juice do you want to drink? asks the stewardess softly, leaning over and looking at the pretty little girl. Julie blinks and points to the green bottle. - It's a kiwi juice that will be a little sour, says the stewardess. Maybe Julie isn't afraid to taste something sour. So she nods her head in affirmation. The stewardess gives her a glass of kiwi juice. Maybe because Julie is too cute, the stewardess asks her:

He uttered and walked to me. "Here you go," He handed me a glass of juice. "It's very natural." "What kind of juice is this? Why is it pink?" I asked with a confused expression. "Must you ask unnecessary questions about things? Why don't you just drink and be satisfied?" He huffed. "Why would I drink something with this color? How can you call this natural? Is this beetroot?But it isn't this pink in color?" "Ugh, I'm tired of you! When did you become like Leah?!" He walked away.

“All my life, my uncle kept me sheltered. This is my first time out in a place like this.” “Oh,” he thanked the bartender when he dropped a cup of a rich dark green coloured drink. I stared hard at it as he took a sip of it, wondering what the hell he ordered. “What's that?” I motioned to the drink when he dropped it. “This?” He gestured to the drink and I nodded. “It's a sweet fruit alcoholic drink. Do you need a taste of it? It's called jungle juice.” “But that's not the name you gave the man.” I protested, staring at the juice with a curious expression on my face.

CALLUM “Okay, Levi has really stepped up his jungle juice game,” Nessa comments, plucking a cherry from her red plastic cup and bringing it to her lips. She sinks her teeth into the fruit, tugging off the stem and smiling in satisfaction as she chews. If by ‘stepping it up’ she means adding actual fruit to the concoction as a garnish, then sure. Though Levi’s jungle juice recipe is still basically jet fuel disguised as fruit punch. Tastes great, but has a nasty kick that you don’t feel sneaking up on you until it’s too late.

She named the fruits available in the fridge, and Shareeza picked the juice she wanted. "Wait here a moment, I'll make the juice for you." Shareeza nodded, and Alethea walked into the villa, heading straight to the kitchen where Helen was busy with lunch preparations. "Does Miss Shareeza drink juice with sugar?" Alethea asked as she took strawberries out of the fridge. "With sugar and milk," Helen replied, and Alethea opened the sugar jar and took out sweetened condensed milk from the pantry. "Ice?" "Not too much." Shareeza put a little ice into the blender and started blending it.

He let the ladies get comfortable in their seats before he spoke again. “What would you ladies like a drink? We have two specials tonight. The first is our Epic Jungle Juice which is fresh apples, oranges, mangos, pineapples marinated in coconut rum, vodka, Everclear, strawberry liquor for at least eight to twelve hours for ten dollars. “Whew,” the red-head expressed. “I’m sorry for the outburst. It’s just . . . sounds a little on the pricey side - for a special.”

She didn't know if she could survive the experience, but she damn sure was going to try. Becky came back down with a medium cooked strip steak, on a bed of brown rice and spinach, all foods that were high energy production. Along with an enormous glass of a juice blend of Peach and Orange juice and a fierce Grape Gatoraid to help replenish Gio's electrolytes and rehydrate him. She made a note to make sure and pick up some more peach/orange juice blend and some pineapple/orange juice blend. She'd read in Cosmo that those helped a man's ejaculation taste sweeter.

Quincy barely opens her eyes when I give her Tylenol and Motrin, but Chance makes it clear he's not happy he's still waiting for dinner. "Okay dude, what'll it be?" I ask him as I look at the jars of baby food on the counter. "You can have squash or mixed vegetables." He lets out a frustrated squeal as the doorbell rings. "I know. Those choices suck. I'll look for bananas in a minute."

Until I dropped out of school at the start of my sophomore year after getting bit by a freaking werewolf one night while running on the school track. I was sick for three weeks and on my own. And my body changed rapidly. I had already begun losing weight, but with the werewolf bite, I packed on muscle and dropped all the chubbiness. When the Volkovs found that their wayward werewolf had bitten me when he’d gotten high, they offered to adopt me into their Bratva family. I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs.