Java Monster Irish Blend Novels & Stories

Once in front of it, he turned to May. "What do you want, baby?" Stone asked as he brought his lips close to May's ear so that his voice could be heard over the noisy music. Already there, he gave May's ear one small lick that made May moan. When Stone looked back, he could see May staring with grinning lips before replying, "Do they have Irish Mule?" "Irish Mule?" Stone repeated. "Isn't that just beer, lemon, and whiskey?" "Yes," May nodded. "Molly suggested I try it. She said it tasted good."

Bianca chirps out in a happy voice. "I see that," I chuckle out. "What did you bring?" I ask as I open one of the bags riffling through it finding our favorite flavored Monsters. Smiling I pull out four of the twelve cans, handing each one to who loves the flavor. I hand Drake the 'Anti-Gravity' (Nitrous), Bianca the 'Energy Punch', Archer and I both only drink 'Khaos'. Settling ourselves in the living room as Drake and Bianca decide on a movie, I sit on the couch beside Archer, who is carrying the other three plastic bags.

My flavour said. "Who is she? I asked. "My teacher. She's my teacher." "Really? What's your name? "I'm Monalisa." "Mona-li-sa, perfect. Such beautiful and soft name for a soft angel." I smiled at her and she blushed. "Not so sir. Welcome to our school's little festival." "I'm glad I made it. I can't what I almost missed out on if I had stayed back at home. I'm glad I made it. I'm Jayden James Bruno, the CEO Bruno business empire. I'm glad to meet you, pretty one"

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

And then there's a lone rock glass on the end. First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice.