Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

“Yes, I do. Let’s go home and dance, Drake. This place is too crowded.” “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go.” He staggered out of the place, gripping my hand and pulling me along. I blinked to focus on our way back. I hadn’t planned to get drunk at all. But Drake seemed totally at home in his neighborhood as he sang happily all the way to his condominium. I’m tired of this fake love, baby! I’m tired of a dream that’ll never come true. I want to love you for real, baby! But I’m afraid to give my heart to you!

"I just left the house, and now you two show up at the hospital. You'd go to any length to fake being sick, wouldn't you?" She set Oliver down and took his hand. The boy was still a little short of breath, but his cheeks were rosy. He looked perfectly fine. Mark, standing next to Jessica, sighed and shook his head. "Ryan, I hate to be the one to say this, but Jessica and I are divorced. You two are the married couple now. She and I only stay in touch because of our son." His words sounded like advice, but the mockery in his voice was impossible to miss.

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.

He prays, “God, why is this happening to me? All I do is love someone but that someone seems not truly in love with me… I just hurt myself by letting myself love that woman. Is she really in love with me?” Drew cries a lot. He went out of the church. He drove his car, and drove around the city and looked for a place to drink. He saw a bar open at 12:00 AM, and then he ordered a bucket of beer. Someone came near him. She offered a drink… when Drew turned his head, it was Laine, his ex-girlfriend. “Laine? Is that you?” asked Drew. “Yes, who else?” answered Laine. “What brings you here?” asked Drew.

, 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.

I turn the knob and look back one more time at the woman I love and leave her life once and for all. I'm drunk. I'm beyond drunk. My vision isn't blurred, it's pitch black. I have no idea what time it is, but my thoughts still going a million miles an hour which has me thinking it hasn't been that long since I left Anna's apartment. I try lifting my head up from my forearm, but it's no use. The heaviness of my head matches the one in my heart. I broke a vow. I drank. I wanted to drink until I could no longer feel the pain radiated through my body, but it was no use. I have no idea where I am right now, but my mind is still on the bruised and battered girl I left sobbing, calling out my name

He smells of alcohol too. He don't say a word, rather he press me against his body and tries to kiss me. I hit him but he's too strong for me. "Let me go!!" I half yelled. I'm too weak to hit him. The alcohol is way too strong and won't allow me do a thing to this stranger. I perceive a strong familiar cologne behind me. I can't think of anything or where I perceived the cologne from. The person pushes the, drunk guy swag and punch him. My vision is becoming blur already.

She was his wife already but everything seems way too much . It was her dream proposal on a yacht. Unexpectedly, she saw Haris in front of her kneeling holding a ring on his hand . "Will you?!" he asked and many tears started to escape her almond brown eyes. Her heart was taking continuous flip flops. She was not in her awken state. But she was drunken in his love . She did what her heart said the her . She extended her hands in front of him and nodded in yes. Her mind was way too much frizzy to use words .

The words “I love you” hung in the air long after Draven had slipped out of Freya’s room that night. She lay awake until dawn, staring at the ceiling, her body sore in the most delicious ways and her heart a chaotic storm. Love. From Draven Cross. The man who had been larger than life since she was a teenager. The man who was married to someone else. The man who was her father’s best friend and business partner. It should have felt like a dream. Instead, it felt like the beginning of the end.

He was softly stroking the marks on her shoulder. "I know Shah Zain, but I can endure any pain to end your anger for me." She was staring into Shah Zain's eyes where she can see her reflection in his eyes. Shah Zain smiled. And this time he softly kissed her on her lips. "You love me that much." He was stroking her entangled hair while staring at her with all his love. "I'm not in love, I'm infatuated in your love Shah Zain, and in this infatuation, Minal Shah Zain is gone mad."