Drunk Chara Novels & Stories

There was nothing on the forehead, but the face was extremely red. Leandro glanced at her, her almond eyes brimming with unshed tears, threatening to spill over, yet not quite there. Strangely, his fingers felt a bit itchy, moving to pinch Charlotte's cheek, "Drunk?" Charlotte responded a beat late, "Yes, I'm a bit drunk." She spoke with some stammering, looking at the man in front of her who seemed to be swaying. She reached out her hand, trying to steady him. A fingertip slid across his cheek, and Leandro felt a tickle on his face. He grabbed the mischievous hand, "What are you trying to do?"

I breathed out sarcastically, color gradually returning to my face. Charlie was occupied with taking off his camouflage; he didn't respond to my tantrum. “Can I at least get a glass of drink? Something strong, perhaps. The cold out there is enough to stop a heart in a second,” he said, dragging in a long breath with an immediate release before crashing into the couch

MIranda seats herself in front of me and reaches out and grabs my hands from across the table. "I need you to relax and open your mind to me." Miranda says. Nicolae places his hand on my arm and I slowly close my eyes and breath deeply. Miranda begins whispering a series of words I don't quite understand over and over until my mind is plunged into darkness. I look around in the darkness when my surroundings are suddenly illuminated. I see a troubled Nicolae speaking with a tall dark figure that is enveloped in smoke. This must be the devil. Nicolae suddenly shakes hands with the devil and as they depart I hear a voice urging me to follow the strange figure.

The only thing that gave her pause was the fact that she was carrying the alpha's successor. "Y-You're intoxicated, a-alpha..." Emily mumbled something. He distanced himself from her and shook his head, his expression remaining grim. "I am tipsy and all over the place... But if it's any concern to you, my intoxication has worn off. They got to their feet in a systematic manner and exited the restroom. Even though he was intoxicated, Drake attended to Emily's injury. He was exerting pressure on it in a measured manner. After hearing her whimper, he looked over at his stray for a moment.

I fit right in. “Class was great today, Jasmine.” Sadie, the little kindergarten teacher, beams at me. “Yeah, it was great,” Charlie echoes. “I felt a little lightheaded towards the end, but that’s because I’m on an all-liquid diet.” The waitress sets down water for all of us, and places a tall brew in front of Charlie. The postmistress must have ordered at the bar as soon as she got here. “So you’re drinking beer?” Adele arches a brow. Charlie gulps her drink and licks her lips.

"Miss... miss!" Charlie called out to Gina. She had her head rested on the table and her hair completely covering her face... she looked like she had passed out drunk... He sighed deeply and tapped his hand in front of her to get her to wake up, and Gina groaned... She raised her head from the table her eyes still closed and her hair dishevelled around her face... "Do you have anyone to call... you are too drunk to drive home yourself, " Charles said to Gina, a lingering smile on his face... she was an interesting lady... "I can drive home myself I don't need anyone" Gina muttered and was about to rest her hand back on the table but Charlie had walked put from the back of the counter and was

“You’ll need to tell me some stuff,” Charlotte said and emptied her wine glass. “You know, random stuff. People ask questions and I do have friends that are going to ask me what you’re really like.” “Okay. I have an older brother, Jack. Our parents are dead, so it’s just me and him. I don’t really have a preference in food, it’s just fuel for your body to keep working adequately,” I said and she snorted. “Fuel for your body? And you don’t see how saying stuff like that makes people think you’re weird?”

is Dmitri's fuzzy command before the world turns pitch black and for a short time, I find peace. *** My stomach rebels again and I spew into a bucket beside the bed. Nothing has stayed down for two days. I'm retching every few hours and I still crave alcohol. Liquor is the only escape from the memories and the only thing that's kept me semi-functioning for a year. I'm such a pathetic excuse for a dragon. My ancestors must be rolling in their graves and that thought bothers me not at all. I need a drink.

Luna Charlotte Third Person POV... "Ahh, you are finally awake," Charlotte lifted her weak head to see Sylvester's grinning face. She looked around and saw what looked like an old basement. Charlotte struggles against the chains, but they only burn her further. She tried to blast the chains off her hands with magic, but it didn't work. "Well, well, the powerful Tribrid has been caught, and no one knows where you are," Sylvester laughs. Charlotte let out a growl as she tried to jump at him. "I've been permitted to torture you a bit." Sylvester chuckles as he looks at his brother's only daughter.

he muttered and gently looked up at the scruffy looking guy in front of him, the guy gently bowed his head obviously for the fear of looking into his eyes, his voice was calm and seemed like he wasn’t angry at all but he knew better than to believe Charis charade of Emotions. “I didn’t think he wouldn’t die after tampering with his brake,” he replied finally looking up at charis, Charis grip on the glass cup tightened until the force pulling the glass together yielded and broke apart, shattering down in pieces to the ground, mixture of the drink and his blood flowed to the ground and he slowly looked up at the guy in front of him, his eyes bloodshot red already with his veins almost popping