Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

Look under the newspaper. Stacey looked at the slim black box, tied up with red ribbon. It would be chocolates, or a nightie, she thought, trying not to show her disappointment. But when she parted the layers of black tissue paper, she blinked in surprise. The pink rubber object was obviously some kind of sex toy. Slim straps were attached to the sturdy phallus and there was a strange appendage sticking out at a right-angle from the base of the shaft. She touched the oddly shaped wand. It was flat along one side and flexible..

It spilled all over the seat and onto the person in the seat In front of us. “What the fuck?” Magnus yelled. He turned to me angrily. The person in front of us began to scream and scratch at his skin, the liquid from the juice box dissolving the tissue of his skin. He got up from his seat in agony scratching at his skin. Magnus flew from his seat to help and so did Gabriel and Darius.

He said, “Don’t worry, Branch Leader. My present will certainly make Uncle Jude happy.” He then walked close to Jude and presented another box. The box looked exactly like the one Hannah presented earlier. Jude’s eyes twitched helplessly. A bad feeling rose in his heart. He took several deep breaths as he extended his shaking hands to receive the present. When he lifted the cover, the stench of blood assaulted his nose. Thump! After catching a clear glimpse of the contents, his face turned ashen. He immediately withdrew his hand, letting the lid fall back into place.

She asked. "You eat, I'm not hungry" Devian said. He had Arien waiting for him at home. He just wanted to drop her and go back to Arien as fast as possible. Susan was still maintaining her composure which was becoming hard to control now. "Leo..." "I said you eat. I won't" this time Devian's chilling voice was like a thunder. Susan didn't speak any further and just ate. After eating she ordered some wine. Seeing her ordering wine Devian interrupted, "it is not good for you to have wine"

“We have been born crazy. How else did we survive this life with you? You want to drink our blood? Go on ahead… then, tell me how the red juice tastes.” “Red juice?” Brandon whispered. Even if they didn’t sound menacing, he could recall how Delta called her inventions. The most devastating were named with such silly things. For example, the worst he had seen was the green juice. There had been a blue juice, a yellow juice, a black juice… but red juice? “Humph, don’t threaten me with mere words, Carolus.” Brandon grabbed the man’s short fringe. “There is no red juice. Do you think I don’t have them all memorized?”

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.

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.