Jungle Juice Mga Nobela at Kwento

He gave me a lopsided smile and shifted his gaze to the hard drink. What a really weird name. "Why is it called jungle juice? Did Tarzan discovered it?" I laughed at my corny joke. The face of the bartender looked hilarious. I shook my head and drink it straight. The drink created a line on my throat and I can feel the heat inside my stomach. "This isn't hard, after all. Give me another one." I sad and bring him back the shot glass. "Easy there, girl. One drink can make a rough morning." He said and handed me a glass of vodka.

He let the ladies get comfortable in their seats before he spoke again. “What would you ladies like a drink? We have two specials tonight. The first is our Epic Jungle Juice which is fresh apples, oranges, mangos, pineapples marinated in coconut rum, vodka, Everclear, strawberry liquor for at least eight to twelve hours for ten dollars. “Whew,” the red-head expressed. “I’m sorry for the outburst. It’s just . . . sounds a little on the pricey side - for a special.”

I'll have to take her word for it. "Ooh! I want a giant churro!" Geni says and practically bounces into the vender line. "You want one?" "Sure, as long as they have margaritas, too." She snorts. "It's a soccer game. Of course there are margaritas." As we wait, I keep people-watching. I've never seen so many flags and foam fingers and noisemakers in my life. The sound is almost deafening. I lean over. "Is it always this loud?" I yell in her ear.

We carried the bamboo canteens and the new emergency kit, which we had emptied so we could use the plastic case to carry extra fruit. The jungle was alive with the sound of night, the screech of birds and the rustle of leaves. The moon was so bright tonight. We reached the stream and spent twenty minutes filling the containers. I watched Nathaniel as he worked. He was still favoring his leg, but he didn't complain. He moved with a grit that I had come to admire. He wasn't just a boss anymore in my eyes, he was a survivor. On the way back, we stopped at a grove of trees we hadn't visited in a few days. They were laden with a small, purple fruit that tasted like a mix of plum and pepper. We fi

Catching Ben and my mom in the kitchen with Ben standing there possessing an appalled expression, I approach them. Ben looks at me and heaves a sigh of relief, looking like a chicken who’s been spared by the butcher. I stand on my tiptoes and watch my mom pour a very green looking thick juice into a glass. The smell is as horrifying as the colour. “Here, child. Start your day with this healthy, nutritious drink.” She holds out the glass for a pale-looking Ben who seems like he’s just encountered a ghost. He immediately turns his head away from the juice when the potent smell hits him.

The river also had clear waterfull with fishes , shrimp and beautiful crystal stones . The puppets , quickly build the houses for the puppets inside the small jungle . JuJu also added hundreds of hares , pheasants , birds and small animals in the jungles . The puppets then plants all the fruit trees , seeds and ginsengs in Su Ling's father and brother's space . They also build a warehouse to keep the cooked foods as two of the puppets was trained to cook foods for the owners according to Su Ling tastes . Juju also added raw foods and things needed to cook in the warehouse. He had told the puppets to cook ten dishes a day and a container of rice once a week base on their owners needed .

'Tara says, “you are welcome,” Mimi says, and 'Tara drank the juice she commented to Mimi for the juice, “this juice Is different from the one you used to make in Johannesburg, very tasty and sweet” 'Tara says, “or did you add sweetness into the juice" 'Tara asked,

The only time we woke up to each other was the first time we slept together in his childhood bedroom. I appreciatively accept the glass from him wordlessly and take a tentative sip from it. My face scrunches a little as the unfamiliar taste of slightly sour and sweet juice glides down my throat but still, it felt refreshingly good nonetheless. “What’s this?” I ask him as I take a long sip of the juice. “Oh, it’s just Aloe Vera juice mixed with concentrated mixtures of cranberries and raspberries. I usually have them in the morning; I thought that you might like it too. It’s good for health” He replies sincerely and I smile at his caring gesture.

I know it will be expensive and I don't want to place a burden on the alpha. “Do you want another glass?” He asked and I frown. Do alphas have the ability to read minds 'cause I'm beginning to have second thoughts. “Yeah… but the drink will definitely be expensive. I can't afford two.” I pouted, admiring my nails. “I'll pay.” He smiles and struts to the counter. He returns with another glass of jungle juice for me and a flute of colourless alcohol… I don't know what it is. “Thanks but, I still don't know your name.” I said, shyly.

In this entire kingdom, there isn't a single supermarket that sells jugged juice, just the ingredients to make it which usually takes, like, well- forever to make. Maddox chuckles to himself and plates the pancakes, beginning to cut them up into little pieces. "Here you are your majesties..." he presents the pancakes in front of the twins and they immediatley dig into the thick, syrupy goodness. I quickly follow after, handing them both sippy-cups of fresh orange juice. They must be thirsty because next thing I know, their gooey hands are latched over the plastic cups and they're chugging it like there's no tomorrow.