Jungle Juice Novels & Stories

The boys masturbated in front of the screen. When the other boy signalled, and Juju went to get us something to drink. Then one of them came back, I saw that he had brought Coca-Cola , lemon, and a yellow drink; I think it was rum, I don't know, even though the drinks were mixed with Vodka and coke and lemon, it was so strong that just one sip made me happy, talkative, just as the one with the nickname Juju became talkative . . After the second drink I was already floating in that room, and by the third I was already taking off my clothes.

– she looked at him for a moment, before staring at him as if he were planning to eat him alive – But you are… Simply delicious. - Believe me... Nothing can be compared to you in this fantasy. You'll be very lucky if she still exists when we're alone and I rip her out of her body. – he grunted, desirous, as soon as they stopped in front of the drinks table – So, which one is the miracle juice? - Right here...! – Looking extremely excited, Missy pointed to a huge glass jug with a small yellow faucet at the end – It's so delicious, love! I have never tasted something so good...! – she suddenly gave him a smirk – Well, except you of course.

I asked, reaching one sip. “Yes, they mix some berries with the juice,” He said, and I responded. I drank two glasses, and it tasted heavenly. “Do you wish more”, He asked, serving me more juice. “Yes, it tastes delightful,” I told, taking another sip. “Have it as much as you need” He spoke while holding a sip of his whiskey. I nodded, drinking the juice. The authentic juice was astonishing. “I crave more," I said, picking up an empty bottle. “Baby, it's finished,” He replied when I tried to search for another drop from the bottle to drink.

All of us want the cheque that Matheson has promised. The sunlight flashed on jade, emerald, scarlet, as tiny flies skittered around banana palms. Some of the bananas were ripe. Ruth cut some from the central stack. They were tiny and tasted creamy, not at all like supermarket fruit. She drank some water from the stream, then filled a canteen and slung the strap over one shoulder. Already it was growing dark. She hadn’t thought about the time when she left the village. Now she realised that she must spend the night alone in the jungle.

I pour the entire bottle of apple juice into the cooler, along with the fruit punch and crangrape mix. Once all the fruit juices were completely emptied, Gianna then begins filling the cooler with vodka, rum and peach ciroc before topping it all off with fresh fruits.

His mouth automatically waters on seeing the variety of delicacies. There are a lot of juices. Dae doesn’t know what to pick. At last he decides to drink the pomegranate juice since he is fascinated by the red colour and he has heard it's really healthy. Pond buys an apple juice while Earth gets himself an avocado juice. Dae smiles contentedly and licks his red lips once he places the empty glass on the table. Then they pays and walks to the Pad Thai table as per Dae's suggestion.

"Bring in the gallons!" Two naked men walked out from the shadows of the trees, carrying a massive, heavy wooden jar between them. The jar was wide and deep, filled to the absolute brim with a thick, cloudy, white liquid that smelled sweet and sharply fermented. They set the massive container down on a flat rock right between our chairs and the Chief’s throne. The Chief pointed down at the white liquid. "This is our natural palm juice extract. It is a powerful drink, tapped fresh from the tallest trees of our jungle. It is sweet, but it carries the fire of the earth inside it."

CALLUM “Okay, Levi has really stepped up his jungle juice game,” Nessa comments, plucking a cherry from her red plastic cup and bringing it to her lips. She sinks her teeth into the fruit, tugging off the stem and smiling in satisfaction as she chews. If by ‘stepping it up’ she means adding actual fruit to the concoction as a garnish, then sure. Though Levi’s jungle juice recipe is still basically jet fuel disguised as fruit punch. Tastes great, but has a nasty kick that you don’t feel sneaking up on you until it’s too late.

Fresh orange juice that looked so tempting. Finally Renee gave up. She was thirsty until she felt like she was about to pass out and she had to drink it, or else she might actually pass out. Renee must not pass out, she must find a way to escape from this room, from this house. She quickly grabbed the glass and drank it, gulping it down, because she was so thirsty. The cold juice felt so fresh as it soaked her throat. Without realizing that the glass of the drink was gone, Renee put the glass down slowly, feeling a little guilty, but somehow she was not sorry. She feels better. Now she could think of a way to escape this house.

“I wish there were other ways to do this.” Samantha didn’t answer, and then I remembered something, so I fished something from the rucksack I was carrying on my back and then handed the bottles to her. “Here. This is the Moongrass juice. It can temporarily protect the kids from the miasma and other poisons and curses that might be inside the mausoleum. This will help them be immune for an hour or so.”