Novel & Cerita Book Hangover Meaning

Slowly my eyes cracks open, and I quickly used my hands to shield my eyes from the sunlight. At first, I dismissed the dull ache building up in my head, and after a few seconds, my head starts to pound as if it would split open. I grimace as I struggle to sit on the bed, rubbing my temple gently. It was a futile attempt and the bang in my head intensifies. I struggle to lean against the headboard, my breathe comes in raged gasp. I'm having a terrible hangover, I must have drank too much yesterday. Memories of what transpired yesterday flashes through my mind, the loss of the deal.

Charlie woke up with a banging headache as he tried to recollect what had happened last night, maybe he had drank a little too much he concluded after the headache refused to go away is butner came in with a tray containing a glass of water and some hangover pills. "Cleveland, what happened where is Miss Cole?" He cocked up his eyebrows as if he had invented a new word that no one had ever heard before, almost looking like he was so stunned that the tray with the glass of water and The hangover pills were going to fall off his hands.

The dress, wigs, bar, and freedom! My stomach churned as fragments replayed in my mind—laughing too loudly, tiny glasses clinking, and music vibrating through my bones. I drank… a lot. “So, this is what a hangover feels like!” I had seen warriors stumble through mornings after victory feasts, red-eyed, groaning, smelling like regret and cheap alcohol. I used to wrinkle my nose at them, secretly judging how undignified they looked. And now? I was worse… way worse!

I had always been cursed with killer hangovers. The first time I had gotten drunk, which was my freshman year of high school, I had really overdone it. Without ever having a drink before, I drank way too much too quickly and ended up blackout drunk within an hour. The hangover I suffered the next day legitimately made me feel like I was dying. Ever since then, I had always tried to pace myself better but I failed to control myself last night. The hangover I was suffering today morning was nowhere near the caliber of my first one, but that didn't mean it was pleasant. I was glad to have the afternoon shift today, rather than the morning one, so I could sleep in longer.

But I opened it up again and allowed my eyes adjust to the light before I turned slowly to Nate. "My head hurts" I said in a voice that could express how I felt at that moment. "It's called a hangover, you drank alot last night" he smiled at me. "I have always drank alot, it has never hurt this way" I added. He suddenly stared at me concerned and came closer. His hands went to my head and then my neck. "Shit, you have caught a fever" he said with concern written all over his voice. "Great, awesome" I said sarcastically and he groaned.

The ground washed away from my feet as I meet his cold stare. He was dressed in gray cotton pants and a simple black T-shirt. His muscles were bulging out from under the sleeves of his shirt as his hands went folded. The masculine ripples of his brawny well defined chest were making in array giving me a feel of a deer caught under the headlights. I gulp heavy fearing the angst of the predator. Suddenly a sharp ache shoots my head and I hiss in pain holding my forehead with both the hands. "That's called hangover, the slapstick befoul of Johnny Walker you consumed yesterday night without a ration." He answers me with an imbue of choler not even moving an inch out of his position.

“You haven't told me who that handsome guy was who dropped you off at home last night." Lucinda stood up, holding her head. "I don't remember much from last night," she said. "And what's this pain I feel in my head?" "It's called a hangover, from drinking too much alcohol," said Medusa. "But I remember I didn't drink too much last night, only once. And I think the thing humans call alcohol is bitter with no taste at all. It's called 'torture,'" Lucinda grinned. "Go bathe, I'll call for medicine for you," said Medusa.

I don't know how long I was out for, but it felt like forever. When I finally awoke David was right by my side, he was laying next to me. I looked around as the room I was in was not familiar to me. We were in a hospital bed. How did I get here? what happened? I thought to myself as I tried to sit up. That's when it all came back to me, the pounding in my ears, my whole head was pounding. The light dizzy feeling that had taken over. I kinda remember now, I went out with David's sister, and I got drunk with the girls. I don't remember drinking much though. This hangover, or whatever it is, I think is what they call it is a killer. I am never drinking again.

But now, she lay on the bed, flowing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. *** The next morning, the room was filled with sunlight as the rays streamed in through the window. Alex slowly opened his eyes, one after the other, and felt a throbbing pain in his head. It was the hangover from the alcohol he had consumed the previous night. He was glad that he at least got back home without getting into any trouble like the other time. He almost lost all he had all because of what happened the other time, he was glad that didn’t happen again.

She cringed, the pain piercing through her temples and her belly twirling with queasiness. This was not happening. No! This could not be happening. Why? How? Alright, so this was a hangover. She whined, scraping her eyes shut and seeing stars explode across her brain. Oh, this was surely a hangover alright. Her first one. Unhurriedly, Grace opened her eyes to thin slits, peeking around the room. Okay, not her small bed. Absolutely not her bed. Not her room either. No, this one was massive, remarkable, and... strangely familiar as her brain battled to piece together the vague reminiscences of what had occurred last—