Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

I forced myself to take a few more bites until I was full enough. Maddox took the container away, popped the pills out of their foil into his palm, and poured a fresh glass of water from the jug, extending both toward me. “Thank you...” I took the pills, tossing them to the back of my throat and washing them down in one heavy gulp. “You should rest now. Let me know if you need anything—I’ll be right here.” “Here?” “Yeah. You want me gone?” He asked, stepping closer. Before I could even formulate a reply, he threw out another lethal question, “Or do you want me cuddling you until you fall asleep?”

- I asked, sounding like a slut, I never thought I would say this when I was sober and away from myself. "Not tonight. I don't want to get you drunk, I want to fuck you conscious." The night was perfect, Mauricio was great company. We drank until we had had enough, I felt my head spinning and I only know that I must have said a lot of shit, it's typical of when I get drunk. (...)

"Yes, drugs. Although we carried out a drug test, it came out negative. But I'm very sure of what I say. I've dealt with something like this before. It leaves no trace in the system, but it effects in the body system is very hazardous." "What do you suspect this drug to be?" harry asked. "You seem to be new in this district officer, they call it Moxi X. It leaves a very bad effect on its users. And Miss Erica here seems to have taken a whole lot of it making her see or hear things, get angry easily and affects the way her brain functions. Whatever those guys did to her is evil and inhumane, her life hangs on a thin thread right now. She'll either survive this or not, it depends on her will t

Gosh, if it was Cassie, she wouldn’t be able to control her anger. The omega dragged herself from the bed and walked towards the door, unlocking it before opening it. But there was no blonde girl. Instead, there was a very attractive guy who looked f*cked up. It was Alpha Maddox. He looked drunk and reeked of alcohol. His hair was a mess and his clothes were stained. His eyes were bloodshot and droopy. “Can I…can I sleep here tonight?” He asked, his words slurred due to his drunken state. “Please…I don’t want to be alone.” He gulped noticeably.

I said, just as we heard the shower turn off. “That’s my cue. Love you.” Jo squeezed my arm. “Is it bad that I’m team pregnancy?” “Dude…” Pushing her, she smiled at me as I shut the bedroom door. Maddox opened the door, making all the steam shoot out. “Did I hear voices?” “Jo dropped off the drinks and projector.” Maddox nodded and went back to the bathroom. Cracking open a Dr. Pepper, I desperately needed something sweet. Unfortuantly, Maddox walked out in that moment in only a towel. My eyes got distracted with the water running down his chest that I forgot how to swallow.

Chapter 3. Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?) Rick’s POV By the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random pieces of clothing, and one very sad, half-melted chocolate cake that somehow never got eaten. Only the real grinders remained: Tim, Jax (who apparently, ran on pure protein and spite), and Derek; my quiet accounting coworker who had somehow turned into a complete demon once the lights got lower.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

The realization hit them like a mouthful of sour milk. The glares they shot Casey could have killed. Casey herself looked completely hollowed out. After all, she had just sustained the biggest psychological blow of her life. It wasn't just the impending threat of astronomical financial damages. It was the fact that she had been loudly claiming all day that she despised car moochers. Yet in the end, she turned out to be the very person she accused me of being. She couldn't process it. The police cross-referenced my documentation with the scene. After a thorough tally, they calculated that just the wine the group had chugged from my collection totaled over one million dollars.

"It's so awkward if you're the only one left out. Join us!" "Join us!" everyone else echoed. Unable to resist their enthusiasm, Frank had to join in. While Meg was skilled, it was pointless against Frank. Since she was not being serious as she was here to have fun in the first place, she immediately lost four shots! "Time to drink up!" Moxxi called out. "Wait, where's the drinks?!" She only had a two and a six which amounted to nothing but bluffed by betting two shots. Meg was afraid to call it, and so Moxxi was thrilled to win, satiating her competitive side!

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.