Drunk Books Novels & Stories

Now, let's skedaddle. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The hall was filled to the brim by the time we arrived, with music buzzing and everyone already high on either drinks or drugs. But as soon as I stepped in, it was as though the sea of people parted and all eyes were directed on me. I scanned the hall filled with booze whose eyes crawled all over me, with only one person in mind. Then my eyes rested on him, green and piercing, resting on the wall with a glass dangling on the hand that was casually placed on his knee.

BOOK #1 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES Drunk…? Not quite. Tipsy…? Definitely. Four glasses of wine shouldn’t have been enough to blur the edges of the world like this—but here I am, lightheaded, unsteady, and teetering on something far more dangerous than alcohol. I want to get drunk. I want to drown in it—anything to quiet the sharp, relentless ache clawing at my chest. My heart hurts. Or maybe it’s my pride. Either way, it burns.

grinned Owen, my faithful Friday boy and witcher extraordinaire. “I'm just saying that zombies have undergone a huge transformation over the years. Hiding a smile, I blew on my tea and watched the waves crash against the glass wall of my bookstore-bar. “Speed, maybe,” he retorted, stacking the glasses under the counter. Sitting on a stool, I sipped my tea while Owen checked the bottles of alcohol, replacing empty ones. I am running a books bar in Danius Clive'S Pack. Tables, most with small stained-glass lamps, were scattered throughout the bar, green leather chairs surrounding them.

, I heard him speak as I straddled him properly. I rolled my hips, slow at first, testing. The friction was immediate and his breath hitched just once but it was enough to make me bold. I ground back harder, circling, dragging myself along the length of him until I could feel every thick inch outlined against me. He didn’t touch me back but I didn’t care. I was drunk , stupid and reckless and it made everything feel filthier. Every drag of my pussy along his length sent sparks up my spine. I arched back, head lolling and throat exposed but still didn’t make any move.

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92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

"Well, people do all sorts of things when they're drunk." "Like what?" He asked dropping his mug and folding his arms like I had just opened up a new room for conversation. And if I was being totally honest, this was the first time we were having a conversation where I didn't feel like hitting him the next moment. Maybe it was the hangover. Yeah, I was sure it was. "Waking up in people's bed, dancing crazily, kissing random people." I counted on my fingers. "And confessing they enjoyed sex with me after being in denial for so long?" He smirked.

Ryan locked himself in the lab for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. The caretaker brought food. She never got through. She could only hear things being smashed inside, loud and irregular. On the third day, the door opened. He came out with deep bruising under his eyes, lips cracked, research coat sleeves rolled to the elbows. There were a few half-healed cuts on the back of his hand, untreated. He was carrying a small vial with a pale blue liquid inside, like diluted seawater.