Isn't Life Juicy Novels & Stories

he suggested while waggling his eyebrows and because of his creepy expression, I laughed. "It was just an example. No, but really, the quote about books giving a thousand lives is true. I'm a living, somewhat breathing example of that," I said sincerely and suddenly, I heard my mum's voice. "JJ, what are you doing outside? Come in, there are a lot of mosquitoes out there!" my mum shouted and I got up from my chair. "Is someone there with you?" "Oh shit," Jamal cursed as his eyes widened and he stumbled towards the bush. "Don't tell her I was here, she'll---"

*Akhila Pov* At present we three are sitting on our dining table and having our breakfast in complete silence. I dare not to start a conversation and they are also not saying anything. "Drink your juice. Don't forget it today." I said looking at my plate. "Sure!" they both said and started sipping the juice. I was about to ask them what happened but my phone rang and I saw that it is Priya Di. I lifted it and said "Good morning Di."

His furious voice reverberated around the room when he said, "You're allergic to alcohol. Do you have a death wish?" Samantha blinked in confusion, looking at him innocently. "I thought it was fruit juice. Why are you getting angry at me when I just picked up the wrong glass?" She then plucked the glass of fruit juice from his right hand. "Thank you," she said, her eyes crinkling into crescents. Owen subconsciously clenched his fist. But in the end, he didn't say anything. He turned around and returned to his original seat before offering the glass he was holding to Gabriella.

Then, I heard Mom and Dad being called to the stage. "We'd like to thank the crew and Mr. Black for giving our child a second chance at life!" A second chance at life? I couldn't help but smile bitterly at those words. I turned and walked toward the hallway. … The emcee's voice rang out, full of excitement. "Now, let's welcome the transformed teenager, Logan Ewing!" The audience erupted in applause, but I didn't appear on stage. Arthur's face darkened. Just as he was about to send someone to find me, his phone rang.

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to shower. Hot water poured over my face. I could not tell whether it was water or something else. The comments said: [Ahhh, the villainess is so clear-headed!] [Lucas Rhodes is divorced too? What kind of divine meeting is this?] [The male lead is starting to reminisce. Too late now.] [The villainess said it so well. She doesn't miss poverty. She misses that person.] [I suddenly think the villainess and Lucas are a great match.] [Don't rush. Let things unfold.]

Just after a few minutes of travelling, we arrived at Juicy Punch. I carefully pass Marie to Jamie so that I can go down and get Jamie his fruit juice. “We’re here.” trying to prevent myself from making a mistake, I think it’s better that I ask, “What flavor do you want it to be?” After Jamie ponders for a few seconds, he shrugs, pouting. “I don’t know.” he said. Of course. He doesn’t drink fruit juices. Hw would he know?

“Can we read my story now?” “Can Livy come too?” Livy looks up, her big hazel eyes blinking as she looks between us. For a second, I see something akin to hate flash across Jayson’s face right before his lips turn upward into a bright, strained smile. “Sure,” he replies, clearly unhappy about the idea of sharing this time with her. “I’ll stay,” Livy continues to kick her feet contentedly as she licks the strawberry jam from her fingertips. “I’m not done eating. Can I read the magazines?”

My heart pounds faster. He doesn’t have any shortage of confidence, that’s for sure. I roll my eyes, chuckling to myself as I take another sip of my drink, savoring the sweet cherry flavor on my tongue. Levi was right; this juice concoction is definitely dangerous. The music switches to a bass-heavy Rihanna song and Cal lets out an audible groan, a hand coming to his temple. “Jesus, who’s running the music tonight?” he complains aloud.

What if Luca left me too? I reached out for the chilled orange juice that had begun to succumb to the hot air. Bringing the transparent straw to my lips, I sipped from it. Although drowned in my ugly thoughts, I still took some seconds to appreciate the zesty tang that tantalized my tongue. If only my life could be as sweet as this orange juice.

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!”