Jungle Juice Novels & Stories

Bernard stated as he sent people scurrying off in all directions with a nod. Not even two minutes later, a tray filled with two glasses of juice and an assortment of fruit and cheeses comes out. Nathan and I said thank you simultaneously as the tray was placed on the small table between us. We both grabbed the juice, and Nathan raised his hand and cheered. I happily clinked glasses with him and took a sip. “POG juice?” I said, “It’s my absolute favorite. I don’t think this day could get any better.” “Who knew that it would only take pineapple, orange, and guava juice to make your day?” Nathan grinned, “I could have saved the trip.”

“We have thought of that.” I squinted my eyes. “Really? Because it doesn’t seem like you did.” Maris reached behind her to the space near her chair and produced a tall glass of green juice. “This will help you to maintain your health, and the pup as well.” I stared at it in horror. I can’t say what I expected, but this wasn’t it. “What is that?” I asked, crinkling my nose. “Herbal juice,” she said and pushed it toward me so it slid along the tabletop like a present.

"Wait a second. That juice you've been drinking all night — where exactly did you get that?" "Over there," Ethan said, pointing lazily in the general direction of the drink table, then immediately bursting into laughter again for no clear reason whatsoever, doubling over slightly. Marcus walked over to check, leaving Killian standing guard over the two swaying, giggling disasters beside him. A waiter explained that the "special red juice" was actually a house cocktail, a mix of fruit juice and a very strong local wine, something the estate always served at family parties as a signature drink. Guests were normally warned before drinking it.

“What the hell is that?” “Jungle juice.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “I guess the landlord is out of town for the week, so Amanda is taking full advantage. No fucking quiet hours tonight!” The other girls whoop and cheer behind her. I extend my hand for one of the cups, and Willow takes the other. Jess pours us a hefty amount, and I don’t think before I throw back a big swallow. The flavor is fruity, with a citrus tang. It completely blocks the bite of liquor. Warmth spreads through me.

I hugged her and assured her. “Okay,” She said softly and I cleaned the little tears that dropped slowly from her face. “Guess what?” I had gotten exciting feedback that I knew was going to get her elated. “What's that, Dad?” She asked curiously. I smiled and said. “The mango juice of the fruit drink you wanted is now made and the company has said they will give you five packs for free.” She jumped on her bed excited and kept yelling, “Yes! Yes!” Her hands were up in the air and her spirit was as joyful as I loved to always see her.

“Let’s watch up close! I hope Zane wins.” Personally, I wouldn’t have minded if the party ended. But the sight of Callum participating in a jungle-juice-drinking contest definitely wasn’t on my Bingo card for today, so I couldn’t help but want to watch. Zane grabbed two red solo cups and scooped two ladlefuls of the punch into each. He handed one to Callum, who took it, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose. “The fuck is in this?” he asked. “Raw sewage?”

Reunited: The jungle was dark and a deep green color. It held a coldness to it and it wasn't the temperature. It closed in and wrapped around them making it hard to move through the jungle. The vines seemed to want to tangle you up and stopped you from moving. They struggled to advance even though there was already a small charted path. It looked like it had been cut through only a day ago but already the jungle was trying to erase it. Jonah had pulled out his sword and began chopping at the branches and vines around him.

His father stood there without a word while the housekeepers rushed him to his room. The entire focus shifted on them and their "private affairs" which is why they can't ever travel in peace. "Yeah it was" They were standing outside the juice parlour when Jane motioned him to hurry up. He narrowed his eyes at the interior because it confused him. The bright coloured posters and wooden stools were the only things he could spot everywhere. An entire place dedicated to serve fresh juice in the respective fruit bowls. Like they served melon juice in a melon bowl carved out of the fruit to avoid plastic wastage. The Prince was impressed. He had never seen anything like that before.

What eyes full of life! - What kind of juice do you want to drink? asks the stewardess softly, leaning over and looking at the pretty little girl. Julie blinks and points to the green bottle. - It's a kiwi juice that will be a little sour, says the stewardess. Maybe Julie isn't afraid to taste something sour. So she nods her head in affirmation. The stewardess gives her a glass of kiwi juice. Maybe because Julie is too cute, the stewardess asks her:

he explains. “Do you guys want to know today’s trivia? Guess what? He bought the Jungle K because someone treasures it,” Kenzie adds, stepping forward and looking directly at me. What the hell? This forest is huge, and it’s a tourist spot, too. “Really? Is this a challenge to find the most expensive item? Count me in,” Aster says, clasping her hands together. “Me too,” Lowe chimes in, raising his hand. “What’s this? An icebreaker?” I ask them.