Drunk In Love の小説・ストーリー

"Let me hold you a little longer. This has to be a dream…" I reached for the empty bottle by his side and smashed it hard against his head. He went limp, though not a drop of blood was shed. I glanced down at the muddy stains on my clothes in distaste. Without sparing him another glance, I set the flowers I had brought for my parents at their graves and left. … Kathleen welcomed me just as warmly as before. "Guess what? Lucia had a miscarriage and was sent to a mental asylum!" "What did you just say?" I never imagined Raphael could be so ruthless.

Being hunted down by evil Jack Adams in an Irish pub in the middle of Queens like this was creepy. “So, you caught me,” Jack smirked as he stepped back out of the shadows. By now, I’d had enough to drink that I could officially call myself drunk. I did my best to focus on him, but, in truth, he was little more than a blur. “I don’t want to catch you,” I slurred. “I just want you to go away.”

After a while, I couldn’t face them and their disappointment anymore, so I left. I spent the next few weeks couch surfing wherever I could, but my reputation in the town was going downhill quickly. So, when I heard that a couple of my friends were moving to Blackfield, I decided to go with them. The three of us moved in with one of their cousins, Glen, who was a dealer and would hook us up with whatever drugs we wanted. But because of my age and dropping out of school, I had trouble getting a job to support myself, and my drug habits had used up the small amount of savings I’d had. I went to Glen and told him about my problems because I didn’t want the party to end, and he offered to let me

I love Billy with all my soul and heart, but I couldn't just imagine losing Ally or seeing her with somebody else, especially that husky Ethan. Ethan and Ally mingled are sucked. I can't take it anymore. I hate to think there's something between them more than Ally and I had. I missed the time and kept on drinking like hell. I sing my favorite song, Questions by Roxanne Barcelo, drinking limitless, trying to escape my situation. Lovesick influences everyone and alcohol is the best antidote ever. Suffering from the night, I could hardly see the lights. The entire place was a mess; trash was everywhere, and the room smelled of cigarettes. It felt like I was living my life to the fullest and pa

"Don't worry. I'll marry you one day!" Determined, Zachary logged into his company's social media account and publicly confessed to Wren. Unfortunately, the public didn't buy it. He had no choice but to look for me again, demanding a divorce. "Where the heck is Sierra?" he bellowed. "You bunch of losers! Why haven't you found her yet?" Pete couldn't fathom why Zachary refused to accept that I was dead when everyone had seen my corpse with their own eyes.

CHAPTER 69 Drunk In Love Drunk In Love - not intoxicated by liquor or any sort of spiked beverage; she is lit up with attraction, affinity and amor for her man. It might seem like she is saying that when she gets a little tipsy, her inhibitions fall away. But it's really her man who gets her hot, bothered and aroused. 69 "Work that thing baby cakes." Kurt encourages me.

“You're drunk, Wee.” The heavy scent of liquor rolled off his breath. It was just like their very first time. He had been so blind drunk that he had hallucinated, mistaking her for the woman he truly loved. His hands were impatient, rough. He yanked the hem of her cream mini-dress all the way up to her waist. Without hesitation, his calloused fingers slipped past her underwear, finding her intimate core, which, to her own betrayal, was already slick and weeping with heat.

Adrian became impatient as he hurriedly got through with it. The last thing to be torn was her panties and Ava didn't resist him. She had been waiting for this for a long time now. Within seconds she was left nude as Adrian hurriedly unfastened his belt and his pants were off. “I love you” he mumbled drunkenly as he kissed her again. She wished he wasn't drunk, those words would have sounded like heavenly music in her ears. She would have leaped and threw herself into his arms. But alas he was drunk. Although she knows that drunkenness only brings out the content of the heart. It only means he was already in love with her.

“I really do. I’m a mess, I know. I’m difficult as hell, I know. I just… don’t want to lose her memories. But you… I love you.” A small chuckle escaped him, light and content, and then silence. His chest rose and fell steadily, he was finally out. I stood there staring with the phone still in my hand as the video still rolled somehow. I ended it with shaking fingers. Love. He said he loved me. Part of my brain screamed it was just the whiskey talking, loosening his tongue on things he buried deep. But another part, the hopeful one, whispered the truth. Drunk words often carried sober thoughts he kept locked away.

I close my eyes, letting the rhythm consume me, my body becoming one with the music, with the strangers around me, with the night itself. Krys whoops beside me, her voice lost in the cacophony of bass and synths, and I can’t help but laugh, my head tilting back as the room spins in a delightful blur. I am drunk—unapologetically, blissfully drunk. The alcohol hums through my bloodstream like a melody, numbing my senses and loosening every rigid thought that once tethered me to reality. “I love you, best friend!” Krys shouts over the music, her words slurred but her sentiment crystal clear.