Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

Damn this juice was disgusting. " Never make this again," I handed her the cup while my throat burned from the bitter taste of the juice. I mean, who adds alo vera peels when making fruit juice? " I'll just trash out the remaining ones," she giggled and walked out of me while I remained seated with my face curled in disgust. Sonia must had been going crazy the moment she decided to try such. I would probably need to wash the taste out of my mouth. I walked into the kitchen, one that was quite a long walk. Getting there and I found Max. His back faced me while he tucked one his hand in his pocket, his second hand holding his phone against his ear as he heaved a sigh.

"There's a button on your armrest. Press it." Bianca pressed it, and to her surprise, a drawer slid out with a small table on top and various drinks inside. She reached for a bottle of freshly squeezed kiwi juice when Frost's voice came through the earphones again, "You can only drink mineral water! Anything else, you'll be allergic!" "I'm not allergic to kiwi!" Bianca retorted. "No, only mineral water!" Frost insisted. Bianca reluctantly took the mineral water. "Do you see a neatly folded plastic bag underneath? Frost asked.

Kenzie picked one up and bit into it, savoring the sweet juiciness. "What is this called?" "Jaga." "Ja-ga?" "Immo," Viper responded with a nod. Kenzie offered him a piece of fruit and he shook his head declining. He seemed intent on just watching her. Once she was done with the fruit, she drank her juice and put her plate in the sink. "What kind of juice is this?" "Apyrinum juice." "It's good," she stated rinsing the dishes. She discovered that she loved this sink. Like the shower and the sink in the bathroom, it was motion activated.

"Don't contact me again." "Pleasure doing business," Jax smirked, slipping the bag into his coat pocket. He practically jogged back to his car, eager to get the sample to the private laboratory Mr. Cole had pre-approved. Once inside the safety of his sedan, Jax pulled the bag out to inspect it. He froze. His blood ran entirely cold. Taped neatly to the side of the crushed juice box was a small, perfectly cut square of white cardstock. Written on it, in flawless, almost robotic calligraphy, were five words.

"There is no drink that I want in the beverages that they are selling" "If that's so, why not just drink this juice I prepared this morning? I promise you that I didn't put a poison on it" She slightly laugh as she finished the sandwich on her hand. I then sat beside her and picked up the drink that she offered to me. That is a juice that is inside a simple and not looking weird. Well I say that I sense the juice is cold the moment I opened it even though there isn't an ice on it. "Oh by the way, the juice was frosted this morning maybe it is still cool up till now but the ice can't be seen because already melted"

I asked Maimai, holding up a pack of colorful juice boxes. She smiled, her eyes lighting up again. “luna will love those! He’s a big fan of juice. You really didn’t have to do this, Maya.”

He glanced down at the box, then up at me with a grin that tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Behold: the saddest pizza ever made,” he announced, stepping inside without waiting for permission. I blinked, “What kind is it?” “Artichoke... sorrow. And I think kale. Don’t quote me on that. I told them to give me whatever wouldn't make a cow cry.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “And this,” he raised the bottle of wine, “is adult grape juice. Made to pair perfectly with heartbreak, and emotionally questionable best friends.”

Jiyeon questioned soon after stopping only a few seconds away from Martha who only shook her head. "Here, you must be thirsty!" Again, Jiyeon spoke, this time offering Martha strawberry juice. Martha's eyes widened a little bit more when she saw this — this was something Jiyeon had never done before. It was shocking and horrifying at the same time — Martha just stood there on the spot, while carefully examining the tiny bottle, halfway from her face as she quietly asked herself if she should take it or just say no.

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 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.