Jugo Novels & Stories

Ril gave me a glass of red liquid which is not blood or wine. It is some kind of juice that is extracted from a rock called Jije. They add salt and sparkling water to it. This drink is called Vaz. They drink it only when a wedding happens. Like a congratulations drink. While I, who didn't like it much, couldn't take in more than a sip. It is kind of sour, which is a bad taste for my sweet tooth.

“Yea, and I’m the king of Utopia.” Zehra rolled her eyes. “Seriously dude, he’s like my elder brother.” “Elder brother?” Nora asked. “Yea, he’s eighteen.” Zehra replied. Hugo scowled. “So you know that? What else do you know, huh? Do you know about Lily too?” Zehra nodded. “Yea, he showed me.” “Showed you? Showed you? He hasn’t even shown me!” “Who’s Lily?” asked Ivanka.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

"How bad is it really? I've never seen anything like that." Hawk flexed his shoulder slightly. "Getting better." Lily frowned. "Fast. So fast." Quill muttered under his breath. "Too fast." She didn't push. "I figured you hadn't eaten," she said, tossing him the coffee and a sandwich. Hawk caught it without blinking. "I'm wired enough, trust me." Lily gave him a look. "Doesn't count. Adrenaline and Body fluids aren't lunch." She dropped her bag by the couch table and crossed her arms. "So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations."

Josh was 2 years behind her in senior high. ‘Bob’ walked into the room, more like he strutted in, the wine seemed to keep reminding me of how this was my house and I ought to have a say in whatever happens in it. As soon as he walked in, his eyes went straight to me, his nostrils flared a bit and then he smiled, the wine kept panicking in my head and screaming that he was dangerous, I looked at my Mom and I knew that for her sake, I just had to try. PS I blame a lot of things on wine.

He saw them as brothers. As the sun began to set, the first run of the juice began to flow from the press. It was a thick, vibrant violet, a river of potential. Signor Martini stepped forward with a small glass, catching the liquid and holding it up to the dying light. He took a sip, swirled it, and nodded slowly.

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

Just put his head down and worked through operations and examining patients. In the canteen there is only two brands of sodas for sale in tins. Pepsi and Raspberry. You don’t get to choose. You receive either red or black if you want to drink something. At the food counter however, there is a wide variety of gourmet dishes another colleague of Sergio jokes. Pap. Pap, he found out long ago is similar to porridge, made from maize.

His eyes stayed focused on something I couldn't place before it lit up. "I already know what to get," he said, walking away before I could say anything. Jude returned and handed a glass to me. I stared at it but I couldn't really figure out what it was. I kept my eyes on him, as I took a sip of it. My eyes widened in excitement as I savoured the taste. I could figure out a few things that were in it, almond milk, kiwi, and honey. I took another sip but before I could figure out what else was in it. Joshua spoke up. "Done," he said.

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.