Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

Maybe if I could find it, I could call him, because right now, I was phoneless and panicking. I really hope he’s fine. None of this feels right at all. Could it be alcohol messing him up? Was he drunk and out of control? But Maddox has real self-control, he can’t just drink and cause all this chaos, especially not with a gun involved, he’s such a secretive person But Maddox doesn’t lose control like that. He’s too careful, too private, too… him to engage in such.

This man, who was once my adversary, had unexpectedly become my mate. In a shadowy alley, a figure cloaked in dark blue stood silently, clutching a white bag filled with a potent drug known as Drain. This substance, aptly named, would gradually drive a person to madness with continuous use. Like many drugs, it offered a euphoric escape, only to slowly destroy the user. It was a means to eliminate an entire pack of consumers, leaving even the wolves vulnerable to its effects.

Let me do this" I snapped back as I gripped my phone, almost breaking the screen. * * * I didn't know I already drank seven bottles not until Maddox cautioned me but I wasn't a bit Intoxicated. Maybe just a bit tipsy but I was far from being drunk. “Are you sure Liam is mourning right now or more like someone broke his heart?" Maddox pointed out being the blabbermouth he is. ”How would I know when he never opens up?" Rylan answered. I could only heard a bit of their conversation because of the loud music.

The application of wrong drugs and wrong treatment methods turned him into a psychopath who became extremely violent and hurt people, finding pleasure in hearing their screams and sufferings. Draco had met a chained and heavily restrained Fat Joe about five years ago when he was just 17 years old and was able to tame him and make him execute all his torture fantasies. What was even surprising was that Fat Joe, who could only be controlled under the influence of strong sleeping drugs and injections, was able to recognize Draco as his boss and even acted as if he had seen a father figure and was on a very respectful and well behaved behavior when he saw Draco. The person being tortured was the

Mitch scoffed without looking up. Draco went to the drink shelf, his eyes ran over all the bottles, and then he picked a bottle of mild whiskey and retrieved two cups along with it. He placed a cup in front of Mitch and poured him a drink. Mitch looked up. "What happened to staying away from alcohol?" He asked.

“Of course. Molly, just like you like it.” I pulled out the cash, handing it over. No hesitation. “Pleasure doing business,” he said, giving me a lazy salute. I didn’t respond, pocketing the bag before heading back to the VIP section. The second I dropped into my seat, Nyx smirked. “Took you long enough.” I ignored her, grabbing a drink and downing it before pulling out a pill. Dickson sighed. “Man, why do you still take that shit?” I flicked my gaze to him, slipping the Molly under my tongue. “It helps me forget.”

“Look at his dick, Nadine. Do you see how much my brother was fighting off the sex pill I gave him? If I take that pill, I will be pounding you in no time.” “Oh, Goddess!” I mumbled under my breath as my eyes darted to Xander’s front. Maddox was not joking. He drugged him. “So again, Xander, will you do it, or will you let another man touch her?” “Fuck you! I will kill you once I get away from here!” Maddox feigned shooting me. “Pang! Try to stop me from killing her first.” “You’re a lunatic, Maddox…” I said.

until I thought about how he’d slept with another woman in the sex club he owned but didn’t think to tell me about. “You can't beat yourself up.” Mia seems unconvinced as she takes a deep drink of her spiced rum and soda. I had asked her to make me a drink, but she refused because of the medication. Apparently pain pills and alcohol aren't a good mix, so I'm going to have to wait till I'm off of the meds to have a drink. That's fine with me, the pain medication messes with my head and makes me feel woozy anyway. I imagine alcohol would only make things worse. I feel lucky that my best friend is watching out for me.

A curse, low and rough. Then the door swung open. And my mind went blank. Maddox stood before me without his shirt. The firelight from behind him caught every plane of his chest, every ridge of muscle, every scar that crossed his torso like a map of battles fought and survived. His dark hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead in tangled waves. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, the gold in them diluted by wine and exhaustion and something darker. Something that looked like despair. He was drunk. Heavily drunk, by the smell of him. The room behind him held the evidence, empty bottles on the table, a fire burned down to embers, a chair turned sideways as if he had fallen into it and cou

, Khushi started scolding him. "No.. No.. I had taken a rest a lot and then was getting bored so I thought to cook instead of pressurizing my mind." Abeer explained. "Oh! Then okay. I am just coming in fifteen minutes then we will eat lunch together.", Khushi smiled and walked towards her bedroom carrying her purse. ***** Marcus was busy drinking at his bungalow, after his meeting with Damian. Today, he became overly drunk and started cursing Damian in his mind. He did not realize when he finished 4 bottles of alcohol and the fifth one was already half finished.