Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

Sebastian said as he carefully handed a glass of red fruit juice over to Sharon like he was offering her a treasure. Sharon lowered her head and noticed a red stain on the front of his shirt… Was that juice as well? “Are you sure you made juice?” Simon asked as he stared at the bright red liquid inside the glass. Why did it look so odd? “Of course, why don’t you try some, Daddy?” Sebastian asked as he pushed the juice to Simon instead. Simon did not even try to conceal his disgust. He pushed the glass away at once. “I don’t drink fruit juice,” he said. He looked like he was afraid of getting poisoned to death.

he said Instead of reporting ,they just put a present box and a camera on the desk and left. I opened the box while ice took the camera. "FUCK... THAT'S IT I AM NOT HAVING DINNER" Inside was a head with a dick in its mouth " JeeZ...and I thought I was cruel " he said playing the clip . Those girls were a great definition of PURE EVIL

Lauren asked and winked at me, I was certain I will nail that ass if everything fails. “Well, that has definitely got to be my juice box girl. But I’ve got to warn you, my pussy juice is quite addictive. One lick and you are hooked for life.” I said with a smile. “I will take that under advisement” she replied blowing me a kiss.

As expected, the higher the price, the better the "quality" I was stunned when I found out. In a moment of weakness and at Robert's urging, I purchased a 3,000-dollar "coin". Yet, I never imagined that Eleanor would actually be the girl I "bought". I let out a long sigh, trying to calm myself from the overwhelming absurdity and shock I felt. "How could you do something like this? What would Aunt Macy think?" I asked, disappointed at Eleanor. Eleanor appeared sad when Aunt Macy was mentioned. She said, "Shawn, I know I haven't been nice to you, but please keep this between us."

He eventually decided it was best to keep his comments to himself, pulling out a juice box from the bundle he'd bought from the vendor. The sight of him dutifully sipping on his juice caught Lexie's attention. The picture simply didn't feel right—the intimidating werewolf and his cute little box. When he dropped the empty carton and reached for a full one, poking it with a straw, she simply had to ask, "Aren't you going to order?" "I don't eat junk." Marcus wasted no time to reply, his tone self-righteous. "But you're drinking from a juice box." Something in Marcus snapped at the accusation. Drawing the box from his lips, he raised it so that Lexie had a good view of it. "This is refined avo

Tom asked. "I'm Jonathan. Just call me Joe." "Thanks, Joe. Sorry my friend was such a hassle," Bob added. "No problem. Just relax!" As they spoke, two doctors—Joe’s friends—came by to call for him. "Joe, where’s the juice?" Dr. Kelvin asked. "I want one too!" Dr. Brandon added. "Geez, you guys! Can't you wait a second?" Joe replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out two boxes of strawberry juice in packaging identical to the goat-blood juice from the Mediyoung Company.

A literal juice box. “We live!” he announced, raising both like victory trophies. “Barely,” I muttered. He handed me the juice box. “Your post-test emotional support beverage, sir.” “It’s grape.” “Only the best for my favorite nerd.” I rolled my eyes, but I still took it. Because, yeah, it was grape. And yeah, he knew that. “How bad was it?” he asked as we started walking. His tone was light, but I knew him well enough to catch the flicker of worry in it.

It burned down my throat and I fought hard not to cough it up. “Oh, Goddess… that was awful!” I croaked. Jake and Jamie burst into laughter. Even Bruce and Mia separated for a minute to laugh. Jake put everyone’s shot’s in front of them before handing me a fruity-looking drink. “Here,” he said laughing, “this one tastes better.” I looked at him suspiciously. Everyone threw their shots back without a second thought. I took the drink from his hands. It was pink and had an umbrella sticking out of the glass. I sipped it and my eyes widened. Sweet strawberry.

"I have to go to fill the reservoir. “ He responded, taking his wallet and exiting the car after he made sure I didn’t need to use the bathroom. Even if I did, I would have forced myself to hold it in instead of letting Ryder help me. A few minutes later I realized I must have fallen asleep because my head was laid against the window and Ryder was climbing back into his seat, two fizzy drinks resting in his hands. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, stretching one of the green looking liquids in my direction. I took it and stared with wide eyes at the bottle, astonished to see he bought the Apple Bubble Bomb, my favorite juice when I was young and which I hadn't found in years. I remembered drinki

James ordered a small private box. There were several empty wine bottles on the table in front of him. However, after drinking so much, he was not drunk at all. Instead, he became soberer. The walls of the box were made of glass. As long as he raised his head, he could see the colorful lights and lively crowd outside. He drank up another bottle of wine again. He was annoyed, so he threw out the bottle and smashed the TV opposite him. The screen was broken into countless pieces and fell to the ground.