Beetle Juice Beetle Juice Novels & Stories

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:

she said as she was curious as to why she would be called on the phone. "Beatrice, I forgot to give Joel his favorite juice. Go to the fridge in the kitchen. Pick a bottle of the recent juice and a cup and deliver it to him." Aunty Mimi said and Beatrice chuckled. "Is this how you treat your husband now?You want me to serve him his favorite juice?" Beatrice asked as she was teasing aunty Mimi and aunty Mimi yelled across the phone. "Give him the juice and he must not complain. If he does. I will beat you again"

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.

"This is your survival food? This is just sodium and regret." "It has a long shelf life!" she defended weakly. "And the spicy strips were for a 'Can You Handle the Heat' livestream challenge I was gonna do at the North Pole!" I looked at the beetles. They were inches from Marcus's boots. I looked at the bottle of cheap liquor (56% alcohol by volume). I looked at the spicy strips, which were coated in a red oil that looked radioactive. An idea formed. A stupid, desperate, chemically volatile idea.

Caleb expressed a boyish grin, "I knew you would say that. Just wanted to hear you say it." Beating on his chest lightly, "let's go freshen up. I want to get a glass of juice. Care for some?" "Water is just fine." He responded. "There should be bottled water in the fridge. I just need to make fresh juice for myself." Smiling at her, "okay, baby." Becca stepped out of the room, heading towards the kitchen in hurried steps. She didn't stop until she got inside the kitchen, leaning on the kitchen island and gripping the edge tightly.

Catching Ben and my mom in the kitchen with Ben standing there possessing an appalled expression, I approach them. Ben looks at me and heaves a sigh of relief, looking like a chicken who’s been spared by the butcher. I stand on my tiptoes and watch my mom pour a very green looking thick juice into a glass. The smell is as horrifying as the colour. “Here, child. Start your day with this healthy, nutritious drink.” She holds out the glass for a pale-looking Ben who seems like he’s just encountered a ghost. He immediately turns his head away from the juice when the potent smell hits him.

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.

I toss a Loud Beetle towards the monster luring it towards the pit. The beetle’s noise blares all throughout this lonely forest. My heart raced as the monster jumped out of its hiding spot. I hurried as I jumped out of the bushes, racing hastily towards the pit. The monster squashed the beetle. I shuddered at the sight of its juice—green in color spread in all directions. I overcame the disgust and charge towards the monster.