Coca Cola Subliminal Message Novels & Stories

Curious, I click on it immediately. I choke when I see the subject line. I actually choked on my saliva. I clear my throat and take a deep breath to calm myself. INVITATION: LUMIERE GLOBAL— PRIVATE BRAND EVENT AND AMBASSADORSHIP DISCUSSION I stare at the message for over a minute. Waiting for it to change, waiting for the letter to rearrange itself. Maybe I read it wrong and I am not seeing correctly. Or maybe this is just a spam message. A trick.

“Go on.” “It wasn’t handwritten. It was printed with tech-grade ink, can hold micro-impressions. And get this—the paper itself? Laced with reflective fibres. Used in surveillance communities. Not the usual blackmail type.” He turns the screen toward us. The message appears. CONGRATULATIONS ARIA YOU JUST SUBSCRIBED TO OUR SURVEILLANCE. HAVE A GOOD TRIP. AND WHEN YOU RETURN, WE’LL BE HERE. WAITING. My blood runs cold.

He asked between sips. "That drink is named after cocaine. It says here it's loaded with caffeine and extra sugar. There's four hundred and fifty milligrams of caffeine in a medium drink. There’s enough caffeine in that to equal about three cups of coffee I think. Well normal coffee mug sized anyhow. Oh, you got a large, so that's um six hundred milligrams. And it's got enough sugar that you might as well stick your straw in a bag of sugar." "What!" He froze mid sip and looked down at his cup. It was nearly gone. He had practically chugged down a cocaine slushy. He grabbed the menu from Chloe and searched for his drink. He paused as he read. "Who comes up with this kind of shit?"

And you’d never know… well until it's too late that is… I made my way over to the bar and ordered a glass of water and a glass of Cola. If I wanted tonight to go perfectly, for my last hurrah, then I wanted to make sure I had a very clear head and I wanted to remember every single detail of tonight to last me… plus, I had given up drinking for the most part, much like killing, one just fueled the other and it was a habit I was really trying to break. Once I had my drinks, I headed to an empty table, which was more out in the open than I’d have liked, but it was the only one available. I chose these two drinks specifically… because, at a glance, you could mistake them for vodka.. Or assume th

" Who ever it is they never play fair . I found a packet of coke in my jacket after Cleo and I came home . The logo looked like a P with devil horns . " I stood up to go look for my jacket and the packet that was slipped into my pocket while I wasn't looking. " Can you send me a picture because if the logo looks familiar ,I think that ; Salvatore's apparent suicide or overdose as the post mortem examination report stated was a murder." I searched the pockets of my jacket and the pants that were folded neatly in the grey basket and there was nothing. "Daniel I can't seem to find the coke packet. " " It's spiked .If you snort it you will end up in hospital."

“Open up. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all night.” Obediently, she opened and let him put the sweet morsel in her mouth. Unable to help herself, she whimpered in pleasure. The sound went straight to his dick which immediately began transmitting Morse code to his brain. Reese swallowed hard. “Don’t swallow,” he said softly as he grabbed the pink champagne cocktail and placed the glass to her lips. “Small sip.” The bubbly liquid slipped into her mouth causing the flavors to pop and intensify. The small moan amplified the Morse code message.

"It's good that you drank it." Larissa chuckled. "Who on earth would use cola as birth control?" Ambrose said solemnly, "Cola kills sperms." Larissa was briefly dumbfounded. Then, she burst into laughter, laughing heartily as she lay on the ground. "You're right. Cola does kill sperms!" But suddenly, her stomach started to ache. Ambrose was joking around with Larissa, but he hadn't expected her stomach to hurt. His expression shifted. "Did the cola actually work?"

The job of the operator was to reach a conclusion and respond appropriately. These conclusions could have global repercussions. “I needed a break,” Dink said. “I thought you might be able to fix me up.” “Oh, dear, did some vicious rumor-monger tell you it was snowing in Deep 6?” she asked, leaping up and going to the jewel-encrusted case sitting on her desk. “Did some vicious rumor-monger tell you it was all fresh powder?” “Fresh?” “Fresh from the Andes, girl. From coca leaves picked by human hands baking with blisters beneath the tropical sun—packed and shipped by those blistering hands—and then delivered by some poor union lackey who’s content with his lousy paycheck—all for our personal p

Then, when things were getting heated… “W-Wait…” Carol quickly pushed him away and ran over to the luggage to grab the liquid from Tiny Blessings. She poured a total of 30 ml of it into the bottle cap and drank it. She did this on purpose. She had to use the liquid to mask her real reactions. After seeing her drink the liquid, Titus unbuttoned his shirt and went behind her to pick her up. He showed no signs of anger. He was no longer against her drinking this stuff because he went to Tiny Blessings and asked the R&D department about it. He came to learn that the liquid was not an aphrodisiac but just something to spice things up in the bedroom. It was also not harmful to the body.

she smiled at the apple pie and coke drink they brought for her. I still kept still, afraid to now figure out who this person was, because even her voice was too familiar. "Just tell the alphas that we have been really good children," with that, they hurried away to hide again and watch for the next scene. Then Squad A came around, helping her open the wrap around the pie and the cap of the bottle of coke. I had told Lawrence to drop a pill into the coke and close it fast. It was almost like a mentos sweet that reacted to soda but only this time, it'll explode in fumes when she opens the bottle. The pie was okay though. But was meant to give her a running stomach immediately after the first