Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

She said making a sound of "p" "Then say goodbye to McDonald's then!" I said . I don't want to blackmail her but she need to take her meds in a right time. For God sake I am a doctor! "But Sissy! It's gross and eww! It taste bitter and yucky! " She said while wave her hand to me. "Even though it's yucky and eww you said! But still you need to drink your med in a right time. !" "But sis! Can I just have a medicine that's yummy and delicious!" She whine at me

But even that isn’t enough to clear my mind of the troubling questions I have about his strange behavior. "No. I’m good." I tell him, and he hums as he grabs one of the cans from the floor. He opens it, the hissing sound making a noise and the drink bubbling over its head. I don’t know what Alex’s intent is, but he holds my gaze as he slowly lowers his mouth on it, his tongue darting out to lick the spill, and I’m quick to figure out exactly what he’s doing when my thighs clench together.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

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.

Chapter # Drunkard (Edited and reviewed 11.7.23) *Maddie* “Don’t you think you should ease up on the wine, m’lord?” Maddie couldn’t hold back this time as she repoured what must have been; honestly, she had stopped counting by now. The teen didn’t seem bothered enough to keep track, either. Mykhol had been drinking non-stop since they returned—cup after cup emptied in minutes. If he gets sick and vomits, I swear to god- Maddie clenched her teeth. Even if this was part of the job, Maddie was not keen on mopping up human slop. Especially from the likes of him. Not that Mykhol cared at all.

He could only pray someone would help him… he didn't want to be tainted by a crazy woman, he didn't want this! So he resisted even more, letting his body twist and turn, his bloodshot eyes poured out tears, he whimpered from the pain, but couldn't care, instead, he bit his lips and continued to fight her which made the crazy woman go even more insane. “Ahhh! Bastard! Bastard! I want to… I want to see you… Why can't I see your Stick! Why can't I see?!” Michelle yelled, so desperate, so excited with crazy rage.

Drake said ending the call. He walked over to the China hutch and pulled out a decanter of scotch. Not even bothering to grab ice, he poured himself a glass, and swallowed it in one gulp, enjoying the stinging sensation at the back of his throat. He went to the kitchen and put some ice in his glass and refilled it with scotch. This time taking gentle sips to calm his nerves. He picked up his phone and dialed the number for Mia Novella’s escort service. The front desk receptionist answered after the first ring.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

"I understand you're upset, but you need to calm down, and drinking wouldn't be helpful at this point. If you do not feel like talking about what happened, I understand." "I'm sorry. But, I promise I'll be fine" she needed something strong, and Blue wasn't going to give it to her, she needed to find another way. Then she remembered Oren, he'd invited her over to a party, she needed him now, he was her key to getting drunk. that would do. She'd still remembered the number he'd texted with. "Here, drink this" Mollie handed her a glass of cocktail. "Thanks, please, can I borrow your phone?"

“How did you give him a chance?” “I was a good guy. I got two of the finest hookers I could find in this hot, dry hole called Arizona. They were even gracious enough to fuck him for a few minutes but the mickie they dropped in his drink took hold. I had told them they didn’t have to fuck him, but they did anyway. Said that it couldn’t be avoided, but they had stopped when he went out. I paid them both an extra two hundred for the inconvenience,” Tyrone explained. “The mickie was one of my specialty blends. Disappears out of the system within four hours. Moves pretty good among professional men who want to cut loose in Vegas or overseas. Drug dogs can’t detect it so you can take it anywhere.”