Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

Who knew compulsion would be this aggravating to deal with? A bunch of drunk people were now dancing, laughing, choking and making out, you name it. It was wild and a mess in here and I honestly don't understand how people could enjoy places like this. It was disgusting, noisy and anything but fun. Dexter dragged me through the crowd and my eyes widened when I saw Lianna near the bar, having a casual drink with Draven. Lianna looked fine. Draven on the other hand, was definitely drunk. I could tell even from this distance. The way his head kept swaying a little before he gulped down another shot.

I always followed. He stood on the small back porch, took one long drag, but didn't exhale right away. He just held the smoke in, shoulders tense. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my forehead against the solid line of his back. He flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. After a moment, he exhaled with a visible tremor. "I love you," I whispered. He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs.

Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, till the walls give in, yeah Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, I don't wanna say, babe Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen It was like I was radiating from inside out.I was up in flames because of Drake's.I was like a house on fire which wanted to keep burning.Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and I don't know if I freaked out or it was my defensive mechanism doing his job overtime.The glass flew out of my hand and wine splattered all over him.

Michael could not bear to see me in that state, so he searched the entire country for renowned doctors. He finally found a highly respected local practitioner of traditional alternative medicine. That practitioner claimed that blood drawn from a man’s fingertip could be used as a catalyst to help treat a woman’s infertility. Since then, Michael carried a small knife with him at all times. That way, he could draw blood whenever I needed it. Over the years, his fingertips had been cut so many times they no longer looked the same. He even gave up his dreams of playing the piano. I drank the tonic he prepared with his blood for five years.

* * * Fred 💝 I watch as my wife hesitate to join me on our bed, she narrows her eyes and I know she's wonder why I got myself drunk. Truth be told, I'm not drunk, not at all. I did try to get drunk but the news I got at Jared's place couldn't let me get drunk, no matter how much alcohol I took. In fact, it's safe to say I emptied Jared's mini bar, but I'm still not drunk.. "Bae, please. Just let me hold you, I missed you" She smiles and jumps into my open arms, I rest her head on my chest and let her hear my heart beating.

"You think I'm so drunk that I'll admit I'm in love with you?" Louisa supported her chin using the palm of her left hand which she placed on the bar table. His eyelids couldn't be controlled anymore and started opening and closing several times. “Oh damn… I think I'm so drunk that I'll admit that I'm in love with you right now…” Louisa's eyes widened in worry there. "You... fell in love with me?" Henry asked once again, because he couldn't believe what Louisa had just said.

At the realization of that, I closed my eyes. I've fallen in love with her without even realizing it and I've been nothing but trash to her. I started feeling dizzy but I didn't want to stop drinking so i picked the bottle and gulped from it again, trying to push down the feeling of guilt from my chest. Is this what love feels like? “Get me another bottle.” I said, passing my credit card to him as he nodded and passed another bottle on a tray to me. “Here you go sir.” He opened it and I gulped from it again, relishing the burning sensation. This is exactly what I need.

Now the frustration of not knowing kept haunting me day and night. I really shouldn’t have gotten myself drunk the previous night. In my drunken state, I even saw her coming into my room and we started making out. Of course it was just an illusion. Couldn’t be real. It wasn’t the first time I got illusions about her when I was drunk. I would kiss her in those illusions, feel her body with my hand, press on top of her and make her groan…Our body synced together. We would lost in this raw, unbridled passion of love…

I know that he doesn't deserve me but the love I have for him is more than you can ever imagine. I drunk down one more drink and soon enough I was unstoppable. I kept drinking to drown my sadness. I quickly called Phillip and he picked up. "Hheeyyyy my lloove I missssss yoouuu soo muchhh" I say burping. "Ola! Are you drunk again?" He yelled through the phone. Before I could say anymore, my vision went blank and I passed out.

"I don't plan to stay longer, just an hour. Winter lent me clothes and went to the club, and Dylan and some of their friends were already there. I only drink two shots of red wine and the juice that Winter gave me, but after that, I feel exhausted. Winter offers to drive me home, but Dylan comes with us, asking Winter to drop him off first. I think they drugged my drink because I heard some of their conversations. Winter said to Dylan. "You're going to marry me after this."