Novel & Cerita Drunk God

“It’s really so damn hard.” He staggered toward me, the golden light of the sinking sun slipping through a high window and painting half his face. And in that glow, I didn’t see a broken man—I saw a drunk, beautiful god. My drunk-ass cellie turned into temptation itself. How strong was this liquor? I didn’t care. I tilted the bottle back, took another long swig, doubled the haze. This drink was gonna be our bridge between reality and fiction. A place where we didn’t give a damn about the outside world. Where we were on a lonely island, not locked up in Prisoneyland.

The doctors’ words about slipping into a coma are rattling around in my mind and I try my best to fight the darkness as it relentlessly pulls me under. Please, please let me wake up after this. I never meant to drink so much that it would come to this. I send a silent prayer to Aethon, the God of horses, begging for a chance to correct my mistakes, as my body gives in once more. **

He placed the two glasses down and started pouring. “No thank you.” I said sheepishly. “Why?” He turned to me with a frown on his face. “It’s only one shot milaya, I’ll let you drink it with coke for the rest of the night.” He chuckled, handing me the glass. “I can’t Dimitri.” I was firm this time. He drank his and took mine off me. I laughed out loud, he was completely clueless. I came closer to him as he drank the second one. He looked at me, waiting for me to talk. “I’m pregnant”.

I knew God was watching me so I was complaining to him too because my pitiful ass had nobody else to talk to. “He said he loved me for five years! Five fucking years and then he left without even giving me a chance to explain myself to him!” I burped.. “God, you made me right? Then you must know me very well that I had no fucking choice!” I pressed my temple, feeling it coming. The epic headache that I’d been having lately. The doctor said I needed to stop drinking. How am I going to stay sane without beer? I’ll probably end up drowning myself to death so I could haunt the man forever in his mansion. If he can’t have me alive he’ll have me as a ghost.

he said. Ciara didn’t understand what Godrick meant, but just as she was about to ask, Godrick raised Ciara’s hand, which was holding a glass. “Come on, have a drink. It’s useless for you to come here, but don’t taste the drink.” Ciara couldn’t refuse either. She took a sip of the drink, her face contorted with the trail of bitterness and dizziness that assaulted her. But Godrick kept force-feeding her while talking to her, and the longer she drank it, the more pleasurable it was indeed.

Lucian's POV "I don't know who the god was." Draven shrugged. "Then how did you know it was a god?" I queried. "I asked one of my men before he died. The god did me dirty though, and wiped away most of my good men." He chuckled. "And you didn't do anything about you? The almighty god of the underworld." Konstantin mocked. "If he could kill those men, he's probably a formidable opponent. And personally, I feel lazy to go into a war." Draven yawned.

AURORA My eyes were drooping already. I tapped the side of my head with my palm and tried to keep them open, waiting for Chloe's male models. I shook my head and forced my eyes open, but nothing worked. Three years away from alcohol and my tolerance level had become so bad. Two cups in and I was already very tipsy. The door opened and a Greek god stepped in. His abs were visible underneath the black silk shirt he wore, tucked into a pair of black-cut trousers. His hand stayed on his belt line as his eyes swept across the room.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

“I will not let you die. This will all be over soon, but you must endure, stay strong and awaken your power.” He kissed her neck, smothering her mind once more with his poisonous haze. "Y-yes, my only," Alinta whispered faintly, gazing at him as though he was her everything, yet her fists clenched. "Such a good mate," Draven purred, kissing her lips. "You are mine, Alinta, and our love will bring out your true self. We will rule this world, one way or another. I will become the only god.”

“Nah, just leave him be, he such a loner, you know?” I slap Drayce’s shoulder. He didn’t feel any pain, since it was just a soft tap for him. “Drayce, why are you so indifferent about him? Can’t you see he is feeling depressed?” “Ha! Why would a god feel like that? They don’t have any emotions towards mortals. And that guy, he is only showing it to lure you and keep him.” “Don’t be a jerk. And don’t think it that way cause it’s not. I am going to keep him just because he was pitiful.”