Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

Confusion and fear only multiplied as time passed. My eyes inspected the bedside, and found out a pill with a glass of juice for me which said, “Take the pill and drink me,” I deeply frowned. What just happened last night? I bent on my knees, took the pill and drank the juice - the choice of flavour left me stunned, it was my favourite mango juice.

A slice of warm apple pie — we all both know such things are nothing more than fantasies at this point. Olivia grabs a juice box, turning it over and reading the faded label. The expiration date has long since passed. "Players can't be choosers we know that," she says wryly, stabbing the straw into the box and taking a long sip. A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet."

Levi reappears, a red plastic cup in each hand. “Ladies,” he drawls, holding the drinks out toward Nessa and me. I take it from him, staring down into the cup dubiously at the red liquid inside. “It’s jungle juice,” he provides before I can ask. “Tastes like kool-aid, but watch out, that shit is potent.” Nessa takes a sip, swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Ooh, this is yummy.” She turns to me, tapping her cup to mine. “Try it, Vee!”

“So, I want you to find all your stuff for your backpack… your puzzles, and pencils, and baseball cards. What else?” “Juice. In a juicebox, not a bottle.” “OK, yeah. Today’s Friday… what juice do you drink today?” “Grape.” “OK, good. I’ll get your grape juicebox and bring it here. I want you to stay in this room until I come and get you. You understand me, man?” “Yes.” “Get dressed, and pack as quick as you can, Noah. We’ve got to go fast.” “Sarah’s hurt really bad.”

When Shin put the bottled strawberry juice, I suddenly started snoring again one after the other. I look at Shin. His head rested on his desk while his head was covered with a notebook. Instead of drinking the bottled strawberry juice that Shin put on my table, I stopped my hiccups. I don’t want to drink what he gave me. I just don’t want to. I do not know why. I feel like there is a curse on the juice that Shin gave me, that once I drink it, I will be poisoned for life. ~~~ .... ....

He didn't behave this badly when I bandaged his leg. I glance over to find Tee inserting a syringe of liquid into a juice box he hands over to Jax. Ryder nods to him. I briefly leave Jase to talk with my uncle. "What did Tee put in that juice box he handed to Jax?" I ask in a hushed tone as he stitches up Storm's calf. "Vicodin mixed with peanut butter whiskey in his apple juice so can't taste it. Why? Is Alpha being a big baby and getting on your ever-lovin nerves?"

Baker talk first. "Its very delicious." Mr. Baker said while forcing himself to smile. "Ahm yeah, very very *vomit* excuse me." Sam said and went to the bathroom together with Mr. Baker. Whats their problem? I asked to myself. I took the bread and bite a little. "Oh my goodness what the hell is this?" I shouted to myself and drink a lot of water. "Oh my gosh, my tummy don't like it." Sam said while holding his stomach.

A ghastly taste from the cocktail lingered on my tongue and I could feel nausea building up in the pits of my stomach. Upon examining the box of juice, I realized that it had expired four days ago. Damn it! I stood up and walked to the window to get rid of it. I poured the drink out the open window. Immediately, a message buzzed on my phone. Before I turned to sit back, I heard people shouting from behind the class. "What the fuck?!" A girl's voice yelled from outside, which I chose to ignore and rested on my seat. Just immediately when I had settled, the door flew open and Sydney walked in with a peculiar smile on her face. "Are you hiding?" She was carrying a tray with two dishes placed on

The rest of the flight unfolded in a series of small moments, the kind that didn’t announce themselves as important, but quietly stacked together until they became something else entirely. Shared snacks, for one. Lucas insisted on offering me half of everything he had, regardless of whether I wanted it or whether it made sense. Crackers, fruit snacks, something vaguely chocolate-flavoured that I suspected had been melted and reformed at least once. Declining was not an option. Apparently, once you’d been selected as a captive audience, you were also family.

The waiter dropped the tray on the stool that sat beside the man. "No, thank you." I said, shaking my head. Shea's voice rang in my mind. Don't drink alcohol, it might have drugs in it. He tilted one glass slightly, the pale light inside swirling under the light. "It's not alcohol," he smoothly said, easing my fear with a reassuring smile. "Just some sparkling juice. Most alcohol here is very unhealthy and trust me, I wouldn't want that for you. Besides, you look like you wouldn't be able to handle it. This juice is sweet, cold and above all very harmless. I wouldn't hand a beautiful girl like you poison. You can trust me on that."