Novel & Cerita Unspeakable Juice Box

I…I remember being in my room last night and this shirt…” Oh God. This shirt smells like him. And why was I wearing nothing underneath?! “Don’t you remember how psychotic you were last night?” I blinked. Psychotic? I held my head trying to remember what happened last night. But I could only clearly remember drinking that juice. “I can only remember drinking that juice.My memory of what happened next is blur.”I gasped as something dawned on me.”Was the juice drugged?!” Marcelo scoffed.”It wasn’t drugged and it wasn’t juice,you psycho! It’s Long Island Iced Tea.It might taste sweet but trust me, it is strong!How do you not know that?”

She placed a call to Tasha. "Hey, Tasha. "Madam Serena" Tasha said. "Well the damn girl emptied the packs of juice" "What! Without taking anything?" "Well..I guess she took a gulp and concluded it tasted sour" "Did you add more than the portion I asked you to?" Tasha asked. "I guess so" she admitted slyly. "You shouldn't have, it'll indeed taste sour" "Ohh" Serena sighed. "But you said she took a gulp right?" "Yeah, that was how she knew it tasted sour"

"Here, Isaac. This one is the cold one." "This is exactly what I needed," Isaac said, popping a cracker. "The apple juice is a five-star vintage, Mateo. Thank you. I was starving after your uncle started bragging about dinner." "You’re welcome, Izzy," the boy said, beaming. "I'm glad you're staying with us." Isaac froze, the juice box halfway to his mouth. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Santiago nudged him with an elbow. "You okay?"

The man squeezed fresh oranges into a glass because she refused the bottled version of juice saying that her mommy always told her that bottled juices are not good for health. Brian who was standing in the doorway, secretly recorded the whole scene on his phone in a daze of disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! Nathaniel Blackwood, a man who had easily destroyed corporations without blinking, that man was currently worried about how to make a yummy ham sandwich for a child. "Here," Nathaniel said, sliding the plate and the juice toward her. His tie was slightly crooked, and there was a smudge of flour on his cheek that made Emma giggle. His eyes were fixed on her with a softness

As I removed the towel from my body, the door opened suddenly, it was Andro, walking in with a box of juice. "I thought you'll be thirsty" he offered, giving the box to me. I was hungry, hungrier than I’ve ever been. A box of juice wouldn't be bad. Maybe I'll request food once I'm done. "Thank you," I collected the juice from him and went on to sit on the bed while he sat on the sofa. The tiny straw was already in the juice so it didn't take me much time to take my first drink. The taste of the juice was weird. It is the first time I'll taste anything like this. I couldn't get myself to ask because of how good it was.

Sticky blackberry juice covered their clothes and would definitely stain. “Why didn’t you join in?” Josh asked me. “It’s wasteful and rude to throw food around.” Ugh, I could hear the tone in my voice and it even made me cringe. Splat! I looked down to see blackberry juice seeping into my dress. I scowled at Josh, who was whooping and laughing with Poppy. “You should see the look on your face,” he choked out between laughter. Splat. Splat, splat. Splat.

It surprisingly was still present on the floor when I got in this morning and I didn't care that Travis looked at me shockingly but that didn't stop me from bending down to pick it up. After carefully examining the small mango and pineapple liquid containing box that held a silly looking Mango-man with an oversized hat up front. What is she, Five?? I held onto the juice box in my hand in a death grip as though fearing it could jump out of my hold and escape from me up until I arrived my office and set it at the very center of my desk like some priced trophy. "Would you like me to order you some of that?" Travis inquired with the pen he held in one hand pointing at the juice box I held and di

She ask is it only two hundred boxes in her space . " You had given ten just now . The tarts pastries only had this much boxes but there are more boxes but not tarts . " Juju reply . She wondered what are those other pastries. Well she never look at them before because she never really like pastries . It just she collected them because Juju said she might need them one day . Huh luckily she had listened to Juju . As she look at the other boxes of pastries four more different boxes appears in her mind . A box of three donuts with strawberry , cheese and chocolate as the flavour . A box of four mooncake and a box of four types of cakes with chocho, vanilla , strawberry and coffee flavour .

Between my full bladder and the tacks biting into the flesh of my bottom I couldn't talk all I could do was concentrate on the pain and control my feelings but he knew what I was feeling and his smile grew bigger as the tears ran down my face. "Drink this." Brian said, pushing a glass of orange juice towards me. "Don't move until you have drunk all of that." Pointing at the carton of juice next to his glass. "If you make a mess you will be cleaning it up with your tongue. I reached for the glass and sipping the juice until it was empty then reached for the carton and pooped my next glass. Three more glass full of juice I forced down my throat before the carton was empty, my belly stretched a

I reply, slowly realizing the anxiety and fear beginning to crawl its way out of my mouth in the form of the oats and fish I had earlier this morning. “There, there” she says it in a slightly sarcastic way as she pats the back of my head. ”Always happens to the new bloods.” She says while handing me a glass vial filled with an unfamiliar blue liquid. “What’s this?” I ask “blueberry juice, for the pain.” She replies. I gulp it down only to find myself nearly choking from the sheer strangeness of the drink’s taste. “That was horrible, it tastes nothing like blueberry.” “Well, I lied.” “Did you—- you have to?” the taste of the ‘blueberry juice’ was still trapped in my mouth as I tried to scoop