Drunk Books Novels & Stories

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

“Fuck, Chloe. I’ve been fighting this every single day. Walking around with my cock hard because you’re always half naked, teasing me. I can’t stop thinking about what you’d feel like.” The air felt thick between us. I stood up slowly, the oversized shirt riding up my thighs again. “Then stop fighting it tonight. I know you’re engaged but I need you. Just once.” Nate stared at me for a long second then walked to the kitchen and poured two glasses of whiskey. “We’re both going to regret this,” he said, handing me one. We drank fast, the burn helping loosen everything. Another glass and we were sitting close on the couch, knees touching, the alcohol warming my blood and making my skin tingle.

A clean ending. We sat down across from each other. The waitress came and went. We ordered drinks, another whisky for him and a martini for me, and made small, careful conversations while the sky outside began to shift toward evening. On the surface it almost felt normal. Underneath, everything was tight and waiting. I already knew I wouldn't stay long enough for a full meal. "Well," I said after a moment, reaching for my drink. "I called you here to discuss us."

His smirk goes wider and something in my stomach flips. What the hell was that all about? I need to get a damn grip. The Dark Alpha turns around to walk over to what looks like his own bar and pours himself a drink. I have no idea what kind of drink that is, but based on how I can still smell it all the way from where I am seated, it must be very strong. I take the time to look around my surroundings now that he’s not staring at me. This new place is big, obviously, but not as big as his quarters. There are books everywhere, like every corner has a shelf filled with hundreds of books of different categories, half of which I don’t even understand. Written in languages I've never before seen.

I asked him. “You’re drunk and whatever decision you’re taking right now is because of the Alcohol. Trust me, you don’t want to play dare.” He said. “Well I do! I’m not always boring and safe you know?” I spat back with a slur. That’s not true. I think I’m always boring and safe. If not for my books or my podcasts, I’m hardly ever interested in any more things. So yes he was right. It was the Alcohol but it was not making me swoon or say rubbish. I just felt excited and energized.

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On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

I should’ve been soaking in every bit of this moment, this celebration of finally being free from lies, of being president of the book club again. But even as I raised my glass when April shouted, “To Arian, the president who always comes back stronger!” something in me felt heavy. I clinked my glass with theirs, forcing a smile. The drink went down sharp and burning, but I welcomed it. It numbed the edge of everything swirling inside me, the guilt, the longing, the ache I couldn’t quite get rid of no matter how loud the laughter was. After my third drink, the edges of the room began to blur. The lights seemed brighter, the laughter echoing strangely. I leaned back, eyes catching the glass d

Even though I had three mates, these lonely days didn't pass me by. I walked over to Drake's study and picked up a random book about witches. This was my first time roaming an Alpha's study room. And I had no idea that in their study room, there are books of history. Could it be Drake's office alone? Well, I have no idea, and I'm not going to stress my head into finding out. I sat myself down on his chair and went through the book. A few minutes into reading the book, I felt my eyes suddenly grow heavy. Presently, I realized that nothing could stop me from falling asleep.