Becky Drink Novels & Stories

I extended my arm, a playful glint in my eyes, and she carefully placed the flowers on her bed. "Ready," she said excitedly, looping one arm in mine. A whiff of a strong grape and tequila scent hit my nose. "Have you been drinking?" "A few shots with old friends. Becky kept handing me these purple nipples. Odd name, but tasty shot." She quickly rattled off. "I didn't think you'd be such a wild little pup. Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Worry now etched my face. She can't be out with all these males and getting drunk.

The lampposts are not that bright that's why maybe Becca has a lot of courage in the world to go here. She grabbed a bottle of the wine that we drank from their house. I noticed that it is almost empty. She removed the cork from the bottle that's loosely inserted on it's mouth. She gulped all of its contents and after that, she grinned. She's holding the bottle as if she has something in mind. "Do you think they are all asleep?" "Hmm, I'm not really sure." I answered while looking at her reaction. "Whatever you're thinking right now, you better stop."

"No way. I was really lucky that I found out first. I am still on that luck, since he read your mind but didn't find me out. If I’m going to run anywhere, it will be to split moon." Nanny Mel looked at her. “When we get out, I will cause a distraction. It might be in the night, since we are leaving late, I heard." "I'll get ready." Nanny Mel nodded and left to pack her things. "Another round! Another round!" Alec said to the waiter, and she ran over with a tray carrying three big mugs of strong beer. Evander looked whipped out as his head was dangling from his chair. Jake was singing off key, and Alec kept hollering and laughing like a mad man.

“Then that means what? Her transfer to the DC branch seemed to go according to plan. You even helped her pick a bed. Of course you would—you need to make sure it can handle your… activities, after all. So that means you want me and Julia both by your side? That I cannot do, Mr. Beckett. I have no intention of going along with your sick greed. And I sure as hell wouldn’t put my trust in that kind of man, so tell me—should I still consider you an emergency contact?” A long silence followed, and Sophie, as she was saying earlier, complied. She waited for however long Adrian needed to construct another ridiculous argument. She actually began to find enjoyment in dismantling them. “Okay. I can se

She knows I’m becoming blood-crazed. ‘Oh!’ Becky says, now looking at me. She runs towards a small room and returns with a jug of blood and a cup. She pours the blood and hands it to me. I scull it down within a second. So, she pours me another. I drink it but more slowly as the blood craze dissipates and my energy increases just enough to stop the wooziness. Finally, my fangs retract, and my eyes are blue again. I hand Becky the cup, march over to Lylah and stand in front of her. Lylah steps back in fear. She gasps as I grab her, pull her into my chest, and wrap my arms around her tightly.

Charlotte slipped on a jacket. “They’re not really aliens. They’re shifters.” “I know. It’s just fun to say aliens. I keep thinking something is gonna pop out of my chest and try to make me its momma.” “You have issues.” Charlotte laughed, walking out of the room. * * * Becca had walked a lot—a heck more than she was used to. She pulled out a bottle from her backpack and gulped on the water. She’d been tempted to fill the bottle with wine, but Charlotte warned against it. Still, she’d had a few cups of the fruity punch before she left. Now she felt she could take on the world. She wondered if it was a side effect from the wine or the height.

Maya texted me that she had just come home and she was making dinner for Axel, she was waiting for me in a few hours for our usual video call so that I could see Axel and then have some phone sex with my wonderful wife. I stepped out of the elevator, and I put my hands in my pocket as I walked toward the bar. At the counter, turned around, I could already see Becka’s little redhead. I approached and leaned against the counter with one elbow. "Already drinking?" I said, pointing to the glass of martini in front of her, where she was soaking the toothpick with the olive. Becka threw her hair back, "I was bored," she replied. I sat next to her, "Whiskey without ice," I told the barman.

if I continue to grieve without trying, Arga will never come back to me again. I took whatever was in the refrigerator, including the milk that was there. There's no alcohol in Becca's refrigerator. Maybe Becca threw the alcohol out of the fridge on purpose so that I wouldn't drink it and would prefer a healthy drink to drink. becca is actually an angel who incarnates in the body of a tall girl. His heart is very soft and kind to me. It was evident from his little attention like this. Less than 20 minutes, my sirloin steak was served. The texture of the meat is soft and fatty, which really arouses my appetite, which has been missing for more than a month.

Me- “Fuck it. We’re on our way” Becca turns into a wild banshee depending on what she’s drinking and it’s not pretty. By the sounds of it- it looks like a bourbon night. Double shit. Can I handle her when I myself am slightly drunk? If I want to help my soon to be brother in law I will have to.

When she was done, she stood in front of the mirror, examining every detail. She looked stunning. She knew it. A smile curved on her lips. "Even the strongest men would fall," she whispered to her reflection. She grabbed her clutch, stepped into her heels, and walked out. Thankfully for Lucas, Becky had fallen asleep early. She had barely touched her dinner and kept zoning out during their short conversation. It was strange, but he didn’t think too much of it. Maybe it was just exhaustion from work, he thought. What he didn’t know, however, was that Bonny had spiked Becky’s drink with sleeping pills.