Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

"I don't know...I'm lost. I love her, Max. I'm not ready to give up on her.” “Love? Bro you just met her.” Max said. “This isn’t love. It's an obsession.” "I know it sounds insane, but I just can't get her out of my head.” I muttered. “I’m going to win her over. Somehow.” “Vincent,” he warned, “I don't think that's a good idea, what if she ended up hating you more?” “Trust me,” I said, ignoring the nagging doubt creeping in. “All girls like surprises and money. I’ll figure it out.”

Sitting in a private suite of the City’s famous ‘elite’ nightclub, Lance emptied a glass of John Barleycorn and replenished his glass. The slow love song playing in the background riled up Lance’s sorrows as Gabriella crossed his mind, tormenting him and making him lovesick. He was about to gulp this one down too when a feminine hand grabbed hold of the glass, taking it away from him.

When I got in the car, the driver had the radio on. "You don't mind if I have music on, do you?" "No. I could use the distraction." The radio host was speaking for a while. He wrapped up the topic he was on and said they would go back to the music. Adam Levine's voice began to sing: If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, If I couldn't be strong, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same?

But he had no idea that what he drank was mixed with drugs, where the drug immediately affected him and he ordered him to kill Paula. At that moment, the girl's mind was confused and her eyes were spinning. The girl even pulled his neck and whispered in his ear when he saw that he was drowning in the forbidden drug. However, the young man is still trying to fight the poison that entered his body and mind, when he suddenly meets the girl Gwen in an unexpected opportunity.

Damien began, his voice cutting through the crackle of the hearth, "it seems only fitting we share a drink to celebrate. Or perhaps... to mourn our lost freedom." He stood up, smoothly navigating the space between the hearth and a sleek, dark-wood bar cart in the corner. He didn't use his cane this time, his hand lightly tracing the edge of the mantle, then the back of a chaise lounge, acting the part of a man relying on tactile memory. Avery watched him closely. His movements were incredibly fluid, almost too graceful for someone living in complete darkness. "What are we drinking?" Avery asked, keeping her distance. "A vintage Cabernet," Damien replied, his back to her as he poured the deep

she calls out, and I freeze in the hallway. I close my eyes as I try to adjust my erection, but the touch only makes it worse. My cock jumps and I try to think the most unsexy thoughts. When I open my eyes, I can see her standing in front of me, her gaze hazy and filled with tears. And then I smell the faint scent of alcohol on her breath. “Are you drunk?” I ask, panic rising within me. I don’t think Dane would take advantage of Amelia, but⁠—

A month later, while browsing the news, I came across a viral headline that read, "Shocking! Man Blinds His Wife for His Childhood Sweetheart—Only to Find Out She Was Faking It, So He Takes Her Eyes Instead!" The post started with a video. The footage was taken inside Cedric's home. Cedric was frantically trying to dig out Celine's corneas with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them out.

She giggle at him like a naive cheerleader and then knocks back the rest of the drink in a few mouthfuls. She seems to be unsteady on her feet as she stands from her barstool and gives them an exaggerated wave and huge smile “Good night guys! I’m too drunken I need to walk home now!” They all smile and chorus goodbye as she stumbles towards the door. As soon as the door closes behind her five of the vipers are off their stools and stalking out the door behind her. Ah fuck no! I’m out of my seat hot on their heels, all care for being discovered forgotten.

" I began calculating until I was tired. Dizziness got the best of me and I slept off. In the evening, the door opened and I saw a drunk Morgan walk in with Drake. "What happened to him?" I asked. "I found him at a club. He was mumbling some words," Drake said. "What words?" I asked. "Words like I am sorry, I love you but won't accept it," Drake said. "Enough!" I said as he wanted to continue with a smile on his face. I looked at the drunken Morgan and then at Drake. "I would need to start going," Drake said. "My friend is outside." "One I know?" I asked and he nodded.

In the drizzling rain, soaked to the bone, he sang and made noises, his presence echoing through the somber atmosphere of the wet and dimly lit surroundings. [Singing] "Brindle, oh my sweet babe, you are all I want, all I ever wanted. No one can take you out for me, no one, one, one! We are made for each other till death do us part," he belted out, pushing through the laughter even harder and louder. "Even in death, you are still mine and only mine..." His voice echoed through the air, a mix of joy and desperation in his drunken serenade.