Drunk In Love Future Novels & Stories

Kiera even landed herself a mountainload of debt. All the employees quit their jobs at the same time, their wages still unpaid. When Trevor asked Kiera for her hand in marriage much later, she said yes. But after they married, Trevor seemed to change into a different person—or rather, he stopped pretending to be someone else. Trevor spent his days gaming and doing nothing else. All he did was sit by and watch as Kiera worked hard to both sustain him and pay back her debt. Kiera grew incredibly stressed. She worked both day and night to earn income.

And yes, I knew it was Tove Lo and not Taller Swift, but drunk-me didn’t give a single fuck about copyrights or clarity. I downed another shot like it was holy water. Like if I drank enough, I could bleach Lucian Blackthorne out of my bloodstream. But he was still there, behind my eyes, on my lips, under my goddamn skin. His hands were still everywhere. My thighs, my mouth, my memories.

I want a complete love, one that belongs only to me. If he can’t give me that, why tease me, why give me hope? The pain pursued me like a wild dog. I got up, went to the kitchen, and pulled out several bottles from the fridge, not even looking at what they were. I just wanted to get drunk, to forget him, and forget all my troubles. Damn it! Why am I drinking again? I didn't know how many glasses I had, but I promised it was the last one. The next morning, I was woken by a knock on the door. I dragged myself out of bed, a headache nearly sending me back down.

Drake’s voice was laced with anger. “It’s not that easy, Drake. I thought I had started to forget him too… but damn, it still hurts. It hurts to think he’s marrying someone else.” She gave a bitter smile and quickly wiped her tears away. Then she asked, “Do you have a cigarette? Can I have one?” Drake clenched his jaw as he saw Rihanna’s current state. He held back his frustration. Instead of handing her a cigarette, he grabbed the bottle of Snake Venom and took a long drink from it. If drinking everything she ordered would stop her from getting more drunk, he’d do it.

The next second, he was out of the room, his steps leading him out of the house, his head suggesting he had a drink like he had earlier planned. ~ The dark lights of the club made Drake’s bruised soul feel a bit soothed. Tucked in the darkest corner, his usual spot, Drake sat cross-legged as he waited for a glass of his regular drink which he requested to be mixed with something stronger. He needed strong liquor to forget for a minute that his whole existence has been a lie. As his sharp eyes darted through the room, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he ignored it. And he was going to ignore the sexily dressed woman who was approaching him with a big smile.

The only sound is the hum of the neon and the beating of our hearts. Drakon pulls back. He kisses my forehead. He helps me down from the bar. He picks up my clothes. He hands me the cut. "Put it on," he says. "You'll be cold." I zip the jacket. I feel steady. Whole. Drakon turns to the bar. He picks up the glass of bourbon. He looks at it. "To the future," he whispers. He downs the drink in one swallow. He slams the glass onto the bar.

I said, sweetly, as I wondered how good he might look given the time to clean up, if he looked this spectacular rushing from rehearsal. “What are we drinking?” he asked as he pulled my drink to his lips and sipped. After a dramatic shudder he slammed it down on the counter and growled, “Oof, I should have waited to be told. How can you stomach such a drink?” “I was feeling the effects of the Jim Beam I normally drink and I didn’t want to be drunk when you got here,” I admitted. “Afraid I’d take advantage of your sweet person?” he asked wolfishly.

I reached into my bag and laid a piece of paper on the table. A divorce agreement. "Let's get divorced, Ryan." If it was possible, I wanted to end things with this man properly before I left. Ryan looked up and stared at me in disbelief. "You want to divorce me?" His voice was shaking. "Is it because of those pills? Or because of Vicky's party?" "Elena, are you really making a scene over this too?" I didn't want to argue. I picked up the pen and held it out to him. "Sign it, and you'll find out whether I'm making a scene."

I hope Tay didn't fire him. The bartender places a glass of martini and water in front of Future. “Thanks,” Future says and turns to hand me a glass of martini. I take a sip and watch as people dance. After hours of ordering drinks, we head to the dance floor. The drinks are kicking in and for once I feel free. Nothing to worry about. “I missed this,” Future says through the loud music. My feet ache. I'm surprised Future is not tired yet since she is the one wearing heels.

Rosa was in her room with her dog Neptune and her drone robo Curiosity . Yes she named her dog Neptune. She was very fascinated by the space and was hopeful that one day the humans will find other extraterrestrials who are intelligent and maybe they can make peace with us. Her teen mind had vivid imaginations about that day. There will be hope, peace and joy. She is 18 years old. She has dark brown hair reaching till her mid back and ocean blue eyes with rosy ivory skin. She loves to collect vintage artefacts and she loves to read stories about the universe, multiverse and everything beyond.