Isn't Life Juicy Novels & Stories

She felt her eyes welling up with tears, and Jessica pointed to the refrigerator. "Do you want a soft drink, Mom? Coca-Cola?" Jessica nodded, "Yes." Anna nodded and went to open the refrigerator, but couldn't find any Coca-Cola. She asked the owner, "Do you have Coca-Cola in your restaurant?" The owner called out from the kitchen, "Yes, but it's all gone in the refrigerator. There's one box left in the storeroom, I'll get it for you after I finish frying the chicken drumsticks." Anna looked at her mother, her eyes filled with pity. She smiled helplessly, "Can I go get it, owner?"

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

The lie was so weak that it almost made me laugh. When I didn't respond, he seemed to take it as a sign that I believed him. "With all those people watching, I couldn't let that kid grow up being called a bastard." I let out a quiet laugh. "So it's fine if I'm called the mistress? Well, you might want to check your phone. What happened today is already trending." He froze, then quickly pulled out his phone. The moment he opened it, Phoebe's livestream filled the screen. Her eyes were red. Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers.

Our phones were also dead, cutting off our last link to the outside world. Lexie, on the other hand, seemed oddly cheerful. "Mr. Kane, don't you find this exciting?" I tilted my head. "Which part of it is?" "The world's ending, and here you are, stuck in a room with an 18-year-old," she said, excitement bubbling over. "Isn't that exciting?" I couldn't help but laugh and groan at her. She probably had read and watched too much fiction. With nothing else to do, Lexie started rifling through my house, looking for something to occupy herself. I watched her busy hands and felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He never attempted to sext me just for the fun of it. Rising to my feet, I headed to the fridge and opened it. There were a lot of things in it. Literally everything. Except for the one thing I needed the most. "My juice," I muttered. "Where the fuck is my juice?" Passionfruit juice was my ritual, my lifeline. Without it, the day felt wrong. And tonight, I was already hanging by a thread. I grabbed my car keys, my annoyance fueling me toward the door. If the world wanted to spin out of control, fine. But my juice had to be within reach.

Is this chick actually lecturing me on the 'Game of Life'. "Functions on what?!" I blurt out. "There's no rules to this crappy game! It's based on luck." "You're only half right." she says. "Life is indeed a terrible game. Everything about it now—is just corrupted." So, she thinks so, too! And here I thought I was the only one with that vision. But why does she look disatisfied? "But here's where we're different." Charlotte continues. "Life is a malleable game. That's what you can't see."

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an

On the first floor was an open kitchen. Murray, wearing a loose white t-shirt, was fiddling with a juicer with his back to the stairs. Hearing movement, he glanced back, "Beef or lamb?" Emily, moving languidly as if boneless, wrapped her arms around his waist. Glancing at the bright red pomegranate juice in the juicer, she responded casually, "I'm not fond of beef or lamb, so whatever you choose." Murray's brows furrowed. "So picky."

I made sure it deeply penetrates before I let go and do it again. Then, Yulian suddenly stiffened. I moved faster this time, in and out I went. Following the rhythm, his hands were making until his whole body stopped and shuddered. His juice shot through my throat almost drowning me. But I swallowed everything in one go. If I could describe it; it was a little salty, a bit bitter with a mix of minty after taste. It was thick, it was nothing I imagined it would be. When I raised my head to look at him, he was heaving from exhaustion as if he ran a mile long. And he was giving me an expression I had no idea how to decipher.

Most are only superficially aware of the activities that take place, and some don’t even realize how many illegal dealings are involved. Jane was in a good mood and had an appetite. She ordered a vegan pizza and made more juice. While we ate, we talked about trivial things. It was a tacit agreement. We didn’t talk about anything bad. We shared anecdotes. We talked about movies and plays, and a couple of other things.