Drunk Confession Novels & Stories

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

"My god, Dylan are you serious? I get it's late but you do realize we have an early morning class tomorrow. Drinking on Thursday nights are against the rules." His mouth fell open in confusion. Why would she think he was drinki... At that moment, Kyle's thought came back to him. *When you're drunk, you tell every single person you meet that you're gay* "Oh my god." he gasped softly. "Who's drunk?" He picked up Kira's voice over the phone. "It's Dylan. He says he's gay." Dorry reported and he heard another silence take up phone right before Kira burst out. "Again?! Does that kid really not learn a thing? And isn't it too early to be out drinking? Hey, Dylan!" her voice got closer to the phone

If we couldn’t be together, I couldn’t bear his platonic presence—it would only continue to hurt me. I gulped, my hands shaking uncontrollably as tears streamed down my face. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of my confession heavy upon me. “Atlas,” I began, my voice trembling with emotion. “I would never act like that with just anyone out there.” I shook my head, trying to steady my voice. “I don’t behave like that when I’m drunk, or even when I’m sober,” I explained, my tone surprisingly calm despite the turmoil inside me. “I did what I did because—”

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.

There was something comforting about being cared for like that. When I’d had enough, I pulled away slightly. He didn’t push me, didn’t ask questions, just quietly placed the cup back on the cupboard beside the bed, allowing me to rest. But the silence between us wasn’t empty. It was loaded. My chest was heavy, and words formed on my lips before I could stop them. "I didn’t drink alcohol. I promise I didn’t." My voice came out in a cracked whisper. A confession, a desperate plea, a need to be heard and believed.

“After you went to the restroom… I followed you and brought you here.” I watched his eyes narrow, suspicion blooming in them. “You followed me at the perfect time?” he asked, the sarcasm heavy in his tone. He was smart. Too smart. He was putting it together. I shook my head, abandoning the half-truth. There was no point in hiding it anymore. The damage was done. The only way forward was through the unvarnished truth, however ugly it might be. “Adrian, I have a confession to make. It was all planned. I was the one who drugged you.”

But sitting in this nice kitchen, with this nice guy who had literally carried my drunk ass home and made me breakfast, made it harder to stay closed off. I stayed quiet for a long moment, staring at the countertop. Jordan waited patiently. When I didn’t speak, he added softly, “Please? You can trust me.” I exhaled shakily and ran a hand through my messy hair. “I’m… I..lo.. someone I shouldn’t be,” I said finally “Someone completely off-limits. It’s been eating me alive for months. Every time I try to forget, it gets worse. So I drink. I get high. I suck random cocks hoping it’ll drown it out. But it never does. It just makes everything hurt more afterward.”

she said i was just confused alpha draven pov " were you going" i asked " do people still wear tie this days" Damon asked " well i think it's better not to draw attention to ourselves" i said " wow!.. thats one hell of a drink , I think you need it" he said " i think it better we just keep our hopes high" i said " oh kate, you know we were very found of each other, i remember you dancing with her and that made me really pissed off, but what can i say cheer's to us" he said raising the glass up to have a drink but poured it away "oops draven i poured it, you don't think am stupid enough a glass of viril drink by this hour of the day , i guess that went bad now i will have to go to the party a

My head throbbed harder as I pushed myself off the bed too quickly, nearly stumbling before catching myself against the dresser. “Aaron?” “I’m fine.” That was a lie. Nothing felt fine right now. My thoughts were a complete mess. If Chloe told my parents about this, I was definitely going to get disowned. Worse—what if she started asking questions I couldn’t answer myself? I rubbed both hands over my face tiredly before forcing out, “I was drunk. People say random things when they’re drunk.” Chloe still looked unconvinced. “You sounded emotional for someone random.” I laughed awkwardly, but it sounded fake even to me. “Well… good thing I don’t remember any of it.”

*** 7:30 PM Guilt stung Father Ward in the confessional booth at All Saints Church. Maybe it was his failed promise to only drink two glasses of wine. Maybe it was how drinking too much allowed him his first patch of dreamless sleep in months, which produced in him a conflicted elation. No nightmares! But only because he’d consumed more wine than he’d intended. Regardless, as he’d unlocked All Saints and turned on the lights, he tried clearing his head, but he couldn’t stop admonishing himself for his drinking.