Beetle Juice Beetle Juice Novels & Stories

Levi reappears, a red plastic cup in each hand. “Ladies,” he drawls, holding the drinks out toward Nessa and me. I take it from him, staring down into the cup dubiously at the red liquid inside. “It’s jungle juice,” he provides before I can ask. “Tastes like kool-aid, but watch out, that shit is potent.” Nessa takes a sip, swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Ooh, this is yummy.” She turns to me, tapping her cup to mine. “Try it, Vee!”

“Never mind. We’ll go and amuse ourselves.” “Madame.” Georgios nods. “How can I assist you with this?” Ben scowls at him. “You can—” “Get me some more juice, please!” I trill, before Ben says something really offensive. “Maybe some … some …” I hesitate. What’s the most time- consuming juice there is? “Some beet juice?” A flicker passes across Georgios’s otherwise impassive face. I think perhaps he’s cottoned onto my ruse.

Cracker led them to it. "Where do you live, Juice?" "Why are you calling me Juice?" She asked as she trailed behind him. He turned and looked at her confused. "Because I can't call you Juicy with a straight face. No offense, but I feel like I'm saying something derogatory." "Hmph. You're worried about calling me something derogatory now? But you called me a whore before. Remember?" Juicy regretted her words as soon as she spoke them. This man was helping her more than anybody else had offered to thus far. What was wrong with her? Why did she always go off the deep end? A bus drove pass and Mr. Cracker looked after it as if he wished he were on it. "I'm sorry...Troy." She had almost called hi

“You said my mind.” The elders said in unison. “I got it.” Emma pointed out. “Thank you for the compliment.” It was obvious that the testimony of the burial of Beck would remain in the memory of the people for a long time. Now, there were over fifty elders in his compound, while the youths were innumerable. They actually came to sincerely cheer him up, but his nieces had a different opinion. They saw them as guests and treated them as such. Soon, the caterer served them with a special fruit juice, which was strange to them. It was a mixture of watermelon, carrot, and pineapple. They relished it and commended. Before they were through with the juice, they were served with cabeza, which was sp

The water turns brown and then pink underneath me. Don't look at the blood, don't look at the blood... Red, there is a pool of red underneath me, blood spilling from his fresh wound... Not fresh. Not his. Mine, it is only my blood. My head spins, the floor sways. Not being able to stand in the stall anymore, I rip disgusting wet clothes off of me, grab the towel and dry myself as fast as I can. Breathe, Eira.