Book Hangover Meaning Novels & Stories

LUCA'S POV I felt fucking terrible. My head banged heavily — one would think I'd gotten used to alcohol after my several binging episodes, but no. I still felt every painful hangover. My poor liver, having to put up with the toxic liquid I pour down into it every day. Drawing out a long sigh, I reached for the table, popping the ibuprofen into my mouth and gulping the water slowly before finally parting my eyes widely. "Fuck! You scared me!" I screamed, jolting slightly before raking my fingers through my hair, seeing Macini standing awkwardly by the door, both arms crossed over his frame, leaning against the door.

Mom scolds. "I don't know." I mumbled and kept holding my head. "Why does my head feel so heavy? I'm feeling really weird too." I ask. "That's because you drank too much last night. Luckily I've prepared a hangover soup for you. It'll make you better, I guess you aren't attending school either. Come, stand up." She took my hand and lifted my up. The memories of last night flashed back into my head instantly. I released a light scream and sat down back on my bed.

Pounding. The pain in my head was pounding. I tried to open my eyes but my head felt like it was about to explode. I cracked one eyes open and I was nearly blinded by the sun. This hangover is going to be the death of me. What the hell did Edward give me.

“Em’, every time I hear this song I’m going to think of this moment.” “I do not have a hangover. Turn it down.” “Oh, I beg to differ. You downed that wine last night.” “I drank just as much as you, thank you.” “Yep, and ever since a certain somebody came into our lives, you’ve become a total light-weight.” He gave her a poke. “Say it and I’m out of this car in two seconds flat.” Emily put all of her might into a dramatic sigh, one that would have given the local repertory club a run for its money. “Okay. Maybe I have a little bit of a hangover.”

Cat I slowly woke up with a groan of major discomfort. My head hurt so bad and my stomach was revolting from last night. I could feel how dry my mouth was and I grimaced while moving my tongue around in my mouth to try and wet it. It didn't work very well so I knew I needed water. My alarm started going off next to my bed and I whined at the sound as it set off an even more painful headache than I already had. I now have a hangover after too many shots and drinking several beers on top of them last night with Amber.

Raven The hangover hits me before I even open my eyes. My head is a slow, steady throb. My mouth tastes as if something died in it. I lie there for a full minute just staring at the ceiling, letting the memories crawl back in pieces. The bar. Jack. The drive home. Roman guiding me to my bedroom. Me asking him to touch me and — I press my palms into my eyes and groan. God. How stupid of me.

, Arthit replied to her. "Oohhhhh", Darika made her in big O and tried to remember what happened last night. "Honey! My head is dancing", Darika said and clutched her head when she remembered a few parts of last night. "That's called Hangover", Arthit dragged her back into the room. She sat down on the bed while nodding but immediately she frowned upon his word. "But what is a hangover?", She asked and Arthit sighed again. "You were drunk last night and it's hazardous for health and your headache is called Hangover", Arthit tucked her messy hair back to her ears.

Ace's POV My head felt like it was splitting open the second I tried to peel my eyes apart. A sharp ache drilled through my skull that made me groan. “Urghhhh…” I muttered under my breath. “I hate hangovers.” Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against my blurry vision. Everything around me felt strange, like I wasn’t in my own skin. My tongue was dry, my body felt heavy, my mind was foggy. And then, yesterday came rushing back in pieces.

Hangover… The word alone made my head throb even more. My skull felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, my temples pulsing in sync with the unforgiving morning light filtering through the blinds. My mouth was dry, the kind of dryness that made my tongue feel like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth. And my stomach… God, my stomach. It churned angrily, threatening to punish me for every drop of wine I had recklessly consumed last night.

It only felt harder to ignore him since they were living in the same house under the same roof. She couldn't help but wonder how their relationship will be from now on. Will they still be normal best friends or will their relationship progress into something deeper? **** Joseph woke up early the next morning to a splitting headache. At first he was wondering why he had a headache like this. But then it dawned on him. “ It seems like this is what they call a hangover. ” He thought silently. He managed to head to the bathroom where he washed his face with the running water. He felt a little better after that.