Isn't Life Juicy Novels & Stories

When Juicy was eighteen years old her Momma died; not immediately¡ªit didn't happen in one day, and perhaps Juicy could consider her mother's entire life as a slow death. But it was when Juicy was eighteen that marked the end of the life that Jassmina Robinson had once lived.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

“Since your date with whoever didn’t happen, just focus on enjoying that mussel instead. At least you’re still getting to eat something that resembles pussy—” My words hung in the air as I covered my mouth in horror, though not touching it. Did I really just say 'pussy' to Adam Meadows? Shit! His eyes narrowed slightly. “Trust me, Jazzie, I have no plans to eat pussy on my birthday.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “And just so you know, I don’t eat them. I play with them.” I glanced down at the mussel in his left hand, while his index finger was inside the shell, gently manipulating its contents. He was stroking the center part, up and down.

She stared at Jenny as she said the last sentence. Jenny sneered. “Keep your eyes open. Is it the one you lost?” Vivian’s POV: I wouldn’t see it. After all, there were only ten signed copies of Joy of Life. I didn’t believe that Ailina could get one. Therefore, I thought this must be the one I had lost.

The simplicity of it was achingly tempting. “I shouldn’t,” I said automatically, the secret flashing like a warning light in my mind. “One juice,” Jade amended, her smile tired but genuine. “A fancy, healthy, stress-busting juice. I saw Anya make a pitcher of that green stuff with ginger and kale. It’s practically medicine. Come on. Just sit with me for ten minutes where no one is talking about shell companies or counter-protocols.” The plea in her voice, the need for a shred of our old, simple connection, broke through my resistance. She needed this. Maybe I did, too.

After an earthquake, my sister, Lila York, and I joined a search and rescue team. In my past life, she dug through the debris half-heartedly, looking tired and resigned. This time, she was beyond excited. Her facial muscles twitched and twisted with her agitation. To prevent me from stopping her, she shoved me to the ground and threw pieces of debris at my legs. Then, she ran to a spot in the debris where a wealthy woman was trapped. As she excitedly dug through the rubble, she muttered, "I'm going to be the heiress this time. I'm going to be rich!"

Edward collapsed on the spot in rage, and after that, there was no stopping her. One year later, my short-video platform had cleared the 100-million-user mark, so I rode the wave and rolled out livestream shopping. Capital rushed in the second they saw the potential, everyone scrambling for a slice. The factories and agricultural lines I worked with started booming on live streams. Even tourism changed as short videos took off. People stopped packing into big cities and started chasing trips out in nature instead. Around then, the vacation real estate project Jerome and Rosalie were running together blew up in their faces.

He brought three different types of juice, and croissants with butter and a butter knife on the side. My stomach grumbled, and I smiled, thanking him. By the time my maids have come, I've polished my plate, and am sipping on my orange juice. Quill excuses himself as he goes to get his home in order, giving me a kiss on the cheek. My maids swoon and playfully fan themselves, but I ignore them, rushing them to hurry. Now with Quill gone, I can panic in peace. My mind is in uproar as I think about everything Quill told me; from the pregnancy rumors, to breaking to the engagement, to being told that people were trying to talk my father out of leaving his titleage from me.

“Oh my goodness! I didn't know you brought ice cream to spice things up. Kinky!” Her voice was excited as the woman chirped happily not knowing the consequences of her actions. “Oh fuck!” He disconnected the call and lifted his head only to see Meagia put the head of the pink vibrator in her mouth. Eskaal immediately glanced at his junior which had caused a visible bulge in his trousers.

The strains of Huo Zun's calming tones flowed through the earpiece, soothing the rough edges. My eyes flew open in an instant, though when instead of the beautiful fall foliage I usually imagine when listening to his Beauty Is A Dream, I saw Gianna dancing to the graceful melody. My eyes went to the bed where she laid fast asleep, and I rubbed my chest where a dull ache began.