Isn't Life Juicy Novels & Stories

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

Everything unfolded in a way completely different from my previous life, yet somehow strangely familiar. As the plane took off, I looked forward to the bright future that was truly mine.

I decided to go a little bit deeper into my split and regretted it as my hamstring screamed at me. “Tomato juice is so disgusting,” Jess said, and then she launched into a discussion about her favorite kinds of juices. Lucy and I did our best to tune her out, and I lost track of what she was talking about altogether until I heard her mention homecoming. “What did you say?” I asked, suddenly interested.

She was so engrossed in it, that it seemed like there was nothing important than drinking juice for her. It was her third glass, but what she can possibly do, she loved orange juice too much. She felt thankful to Mrs De'souza, who had placed the whole jug instead of a glass, as she would have to call someone for the refill if it was not here. After Harry asked Louis, Sia also looked up at him. She knew what it was all about and she knew who was on the other side of the call, but she still wanted to hear it from Louis, to feel completely at ease.

I hadn't even replied as she dipped her fork in my Reuben sandwich, and stab the tasty bits then pass her sexy lips and moaned, as she praises the deliciousness of the fattening meat and cheese goodness. "Oh my, I could be dead right now and die happily after tasting that. The grease, the meat, and that forbidden fat. It will go to my belly lining for sure. But right now I don't freaking care. You're a bad influence here Gary!" She said seriously but took another stabbed at my sandwich making me laugh. Then her food arrived, and she let out her sexy moan making me instantly hard. Damn!

" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account. "Elliot, it's your song." My friend's voice rang out. I took back the mic and was about to start singing when he added, "I've recently heard people say that your wife's been showing up at Quill Group. You should watch out. Honestly, Damian Quill is a jerk. Someone needs to teach him a lesson and stand up for you."

Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love." Felt like I was watching two totally separate plotlines from a cheesy drama. While they were toasting new deals and having candlelit dinners, I was in the lab, debugging robotics software. While they shopped and ate at influencer hotspots, I was knee-deep in wires, trying to fix a bot that wouldn't stop glitching. While they partied and got drunk, posting their "relationship goals" online and soaking up the likes, I hit a breakthrough—a whole new approach.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

All of his behind-the-scenes dealings, from extramarital affairs to some other shady shit on the job, had been dug up and broadcasted to all and sundry by Pop, who then turned his sights on anyone else involved; it was a bloodbath without shedding any blood and Levi has been having a ball with it all. Life, for all intents and purposes, has been plodding along. Right now, the twins are filling out college applications, and I can't help but wonder if Gianna has continued her education somewhere. After almost two years (I know the day the month the hour almost to the second, but I'm not going there), you'd think thoughts of her would dwindle, but they haven't, not even a little bit. I still lo

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.