Ask Drunk Chara Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Harold! I won't come to the bar ever again… Ah, you can't touch me there…" A drunk, beautiful woman clad in a pair of black stockings can be seen at the entrance of a bar at midnight. Since she's lying on the sidewalk, her white panties are all exposed. Elated, I stick my hand beneath her skirt. Little do I know that the woman, Crystal Conley, has mistaken me for her sugar daddy, Harold Townsend, and thinks that I'm here to teach her a lesson. She's so petrified that she dares not move a muscle. I use the opportunity to part her legs and pin her down hungrily. Poor Crystal shrieks in fright, "How could you punish me like this, Harold?"

He was the one man she was never supposed to desire. For years, she buried the feelings, playing the role of the perfect daughter while secretly craving the one person she could never have… her stepfather. But one reckless night changes everything. When she stumbles home drunk with another man on her arm, she expects indifference but instead she meets jealousy. Dark. Possessive and Unforgiving. The kind that exposes every hidden truth. Now, the line they swore never to cross begins to blur. Every glance lingers too long. Every accidental touch burns. Every moment alone feels dangerously close to something neither of them can control. He knows it's wrong. She knows it's forbidden. But when desire finally breaks free, will they fight it… or surrender to a love that could destroy everything?

Amelia Kennedy had it all. A loving family, amazing friends, and anything she could ask for. At least untill her 16th birthday. The day that changed it all. After failing to shift she was made to be the packs slave. Her life stripped of all meaning. Even her closest friends turned their backs. She believes her life is set in stone. That is until she met him. Xavier, The vampires coven head. With the help of Xavier, Amelia might just figure out what it takes to be a shifter.

When Mizuko slipped into the other world, she landed in the arms of a mischievous demon prince, Kenshi. New to the world, she didn't know he was a demon as he looked to her like he was a decent person. Because Kenshi helped her first, Mizuko decided to ask him for help in finding a way home while she fulfills the dead mage's request in relaying the message to the King. But no demon in Souzou helps unless they get something in exchange. A promise, it is what Kenshi wants the most.

Some say that life can be predictable, that at some point of your life, you get to know what is to come next. That things become so usual, that you can almost feel it coming. 27 year old Roselyn Arahoz thought that way as well. Having become a successful Lawyer, fulfilled her parents wishes, have amazing friends, Roselyn couldn't ask for more. On her third win in a case, Roselyn decides to throw a party at her best friend, Joslin's mansion along with Katelin. The three Best Friends make it a hit, as all their high school friends attend the party. Yes, Roselyn was right. Nothing could have been more perfect nor could she ask for more. But what happens when the so called party is used as a set up for someone to commit a brutal murder and disguise it as suicide? And why is Roselyn's loved one is blamed for it? Could it have something to do with what happened in the past, 10 years ago? Or, What happens, when the person murdered and framed for suicide happens to be one of Roselyn's best friend itself? This story portrays the life of three best friends for 10 years, who grew up together, believing that they had left there terrible past behind. But what will change when there past comes back to haunt them, until they finally face it and realize there mistake?

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce. His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression. "As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table. He did not even bother to ask why. On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.

The most powerful werewolf alive is dying — not from a wound, but from a curse. The only cure is a marriage he despises to a girl he considers beneath him. She doesn't want him either. But fate doesn't ask permission, and love has never cared about the rules two people set for themselves. And when the final cost of that love is revealed, it will take something no alpha has ever done — and something the Moon Goddess has never before granted — to rewrite what was always meant to be their ending.

The day my father dies, my boyfriend, Heath Summers, is accompanying his true love for her prenatal checkup. I lose hope in him and ask for a breakup, but he thinks I'm just being jealous. He says, "Naomi's already miscarried thrice—it hasn't been easy for her to conceive this child. Stop being unreasonable." I've been with him for seven years, but it turns out I can't compare to his childhood sweetheart.

He didn't just want a seat at the table. He wanted the heart of the home. The Sinclair-Wellesley name meant old money, high art, and a fragile, curated peace. Milo, the youngest and most "cherished" of the clan, was the crown jewel of that peace—a soft-spoken academic with porcelain skin and a soul made of books. He was a boy meant for quiet libraries, not the jagged edges of the corporate world. Then came Jackson Vance. A titan built of steel, gasoline, and unbridled ambition, Jax didn't ask for permission—he took.