Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

oadi for giving her a good love portion. At night she prepared their bed and dressed it with fresh linen. She wore a new night dress that revealed her figured body. She felt like it was the first day they met. They made love like it was their first time. A feeling of satisfaction made them both panted deeply while they were cuddling in each other's arms. They chatted the whole night reminding of each other the good old days. They laughed and made more love. The next morning she woke up very early and cleaned herself up then prepared a nice breakfast for her husband. After that she took one of the powders Ntate Mogoadi gave her and sprinkled it in the yard. She swept the yard singing happily

Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart - Drake Drake (P.O.V) Yesterday's night was like a dream come true . Drunk tanya is way better than sober tanya . It's just that I never felt that she was being so hideous of her emotions , maybe she still feel vulnerable to show her emotions in front me I know that I will never be able to fill the void of parent's absence but I will try my best as a husband and as a lover . I meant the vows I took with her around the sacred fire . I meant each words and each emotions . The way I made her mine was wrong but I couldn't let her go away I was being selfish but I don't regret being selfish, arrogant and dominant if that's the only way I can feel i

"Love you to death." "It's all or nothing." "Only in the depths of emotion, you can see my genuine love.” "Love you to death.” "Cry while we smile. Can’t you see that my girl?" "I will love you until the end of the universe." In the bar, a fashionable woman on the stage was singing Love You to Death at the top of her lungs. Edric leaned against the chair and stared at the glass in front of him in a daze. He had drunk half a bottle of wine. His stomach was in so much pain, but he was not even tipsy. The wine was supposed to numb him, but it didn't have any effect at all. On the contrary, his memory got even more vivid.

I want her in her all wake senses, when I will make love with her, passionately. I want her to moan in pleasure, not while drunk. I want her to remember every single detail about the crazy love we made with each other the next day when she will wake up. I looked at her alluring drunk state, seductive look, lustful hazel eyes, and innocent smile. What a dangerous combo it is!! Why god why? -----

I sneered and struck her in return, the force of it knocking her off balance and onto the floor. I loomed over her, my voice icy. "Why are you so afraid, Roxanne? Is it because you know I'm right? Well, congratulations—you figured it out. Christopher and I got married months ago. So, guess what that makes you now? A homewrecker." Getting those words out brought an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Roxanne froze. Before I knew it, she lunged at me, her nails aiming straight at my face. "You lying snake! Christopher's been in love with me for ten years! There's no way he'd marry you! I'll shred that filthy mouth of yours!"

I want to get drunk but I am stuck with this stupid pineapple juice! I snorted bitterly. I looked at the bottle of three vodkas. Two are lying down while the other is still standing and only half full. I took my glass before pouring some with it. I took a picture of the bottle while my glass was in my hand. Drunk in Love. I captioned it on my I*******m story. I browsed on my feeds and I stumbled upon my twin sister's i*******m post. It was posted an hour ago. The first photo was her hands...

These men were not let known of who the enemy was, what they looked like, no - they didn't have enough time to do so. A smile comes across Seth's face, red forming on his cheeks as if he actually drank something beforehand. "Who are you?" The dominant one of their small little two-man group asks Seth, gun pointing to him, finger pressed against the side of his gun as is customary as to not accidentally shoot someone innocent. "What's a drunk like you doing out in the middle of the woods?" Seth pressed his lips together, part of his body going limp as he begins to make exaggerated movements while he speaks, "Why are you fucks in my fucking..." he slurs, pausing for a moment, "...fucking town.

Ooohooo. Loving a person also can make you drunk, You feel like your head is spinning, From my childhood l hate anything that can make me drunk but you... Aaaahaaa l feel that l love you... Yeah.. Yeah.. I love you, And Ohooo deep down in my heart l really appreciate the love you give me in return...., My love..... Love you don't have to be scared, l love you the way you are.... The way you are...... Eeheee..

She was his wife already but everything seems way too much . It was her dream proposal on a yacht. Unexpectedly, she saw Haris in front of her kneeling holding a ring on his hand . "Will you?!" he asked and many tears started to escape her almond brown eyes. Her heart was taking continuous flip flops. She was not in her awken state. But she was drunken in his love . She did what her heart said the her . She extended her hands in front of him and nodded in yes. Her mind was way too much frizzy to use words .

"Hello ma'am, you sent for me?" I copied and pasted back my words to her for the second time, finally, she veers and I got to see how deplorable she looked! Beside her was an empty bottle of champagne. Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways.