Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

She made a call, but there was no answer on the other end. She then called Troy, who took a while to answer. "Troy, is Russell with you?" "Mrs. Madox, Mr. Madox was drugged, the effect was particularly strong. He's currently soaking in cold water in room 777 on the upper floor of the LuxeNest Club. There are many reporters outside, probably wanting to see if Mr. Madox is disabled or not." Zoey said, "I'm on my way now." She started the car, turned around, and immediately headed to the club.

Lory said before pushing the snack tray aside and laying her head down on my lap. We watched the movie in silence, or at least I thought in silence. I looked down and saw Lory had already fallen asleep. I took my phone and snapped a picture before sending it to Alex. "Thanks for giving me something to blackmail my sister with" he replied. "I'm not going to be responsible when you two start to fight because of this," I texted. "You're totally taking all the blame. Also, did you take your meds?" he asked. I muttered a curse under my breath before grabbing the pill bottles. I took one of each pill before downing all of them with a glass of water.

Sabrina’s POV It's been a few days since the nightmares have resurfaced, and they seem to be growing more vivid and disturbing with each passing night. Today, Michal and I find ourselves in the cozy yet professional office of Dr. Gray, the only medical professional trusted by the mafia. Her role is far from ordinary; she is not just a doctor but a trusted confidant who serves in multiple capacities, including obstetrics and gynecology, personal therapy, and everything else the intricate world of the mafia demands.

she demanded, as if it might be poison. If possible, Leo stiffened even more. “Something to take your headache away.” Susan surveyed him in helpless amazement. “You brought me something for my sore head?'” “I fail to see why the fact should fill you with such rampant disbelief!” Leo roared at her without warning, the syllables splintering with sudden temper. “I can be as considerate and sensitive as the next man...!” Susan ignored his outburst and stretched out a blind hand, lifted the glass, downed the contents and choked. Brandy, enough to knock out a bull elephant. Fire hurtled down her throat and into her stomach. Tears streaming from her eyes, she breathed again.

Swimming with nothingness…like a thick, warm blanket is cocooning my thoughts. If I’m this drunk, then I definitely had a lot to drink. Nothing really is able to wipe out a wolf, much less an Alpha. But this…this I love. With my two left feet and the hands supporting my frame, I’m deposited in the middle of my bed. “I’ll take it from here, Reece. Thank you.” Even in my drunken state, I can recognize that snobbish voice. I blink up at the lights, mesmerized by how brightly they shine and the beautiful patterns they reflect on the ceiling.

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

Captain Moe blanched. "Do you abuse prescription drugs?" Riki really was becoming more succinct in her approach to Jonas. "Or, are you some crack-whore, meth-head, or someone who shoots up black tar heroin into their tear ducts?" "Watch yourself, Ms. Martin," he glared at her.

Winona cut him off, "Not enough. Tell Jordan I will get him the best medicine and the best food to help him recover. Tell him to hold on a little longer." I stared at nothing. I took out my phone and sent a single message to the funeral service. I asked them to come today. Warmth left my body slowly, drawn out with every bag. At some point, my head dropped to the side, and everything went dark. … Half an hour later, Winona looked at the three large bags of pale pink blood the assistant carried in with shaking hands. Her expression shifted from confusion to fury. "What is this? Are you helping him make a fool of me too?" She pushed past him to confront me herself.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

She squirms in my arms but I hold her still. "Bloom ,"I grit my teeth . She manages to slip away from my arms .She sways as she walks to the bathroom to do her business . When she comes out she almost collapses in my arm with her boobs squished on my chest . "Bloom ," I groan . " I feel sleepy, Maddox,"she slurs while smiling dreamily . She lifts up her hands like a child ready to carried and I grab her . She can be a handful when she's drunk. Her body goes limp as she closes her eyes .