Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

Jordon P.O.V I glance at the clock on the wall; it’s 9 p.m. “Fuck it,” I mumble out loud. I’m done for the day. I can’t look at these codes any longer. Switching my computer screen off, I stand up and stretch before going over to my bar and pouring myself a scotch. I step out onto my deck and breathe in the night air, and an instant sense of calm washes over me. I can see the lights from the central part of the island, and there’s rhythmic music carrying on the breeze. They must have a few at the pub tonight.

After getting an answer from her, he returns his attention to the drink counters in front of him. He picks up the canister of whisky, at the same time moving just slightly to cover the fact that he picks up another small vial, containing a mix of wolfsbane and an aphrodisiac.

Damien began, his voice cutting through the crackle of the hearth, "it seems only fitting we share a drink to celebrate. Or perhaps... to mourn our lost freedom." He stood up, smoothly navigating the space between the hearth and a sleek, dark-wood bar cart in the corner. He didn't use his cane this time, his hand lightly tracing the edge of the mantle, then the back of a chaise lounge, acting the part of a man relying on tactile memory. Avery watched him closely. His movements were incredibly fluid, almost too graceful for someone living in complete darkness. "What are we drinking?" Avery asked, keeping her distance. "A vintage Cabernet," Damien replied, his back to her as he poured the deep

"Hey, isn't that your sixth? Are you drunk? Is that why you think I look nice?" "No," he said, but he waved off the bartender offering a drink. "Liquor is something that Hellborns actually enjoy." Thinking that more Hellborn talk would distract her and get rid of the knots in her stomach, Kat prepared some questions for him. However, before she could fire away, a thud erupted behind her. The woman drinking alone had slid down her stool and onto the marble floor, landing on her butt, desperately fumbling over the empty seats to use as a crutch.

't love me."He grabbed the glass all of a sudden, then emptied the content, her words had left him confused, the letter was actually from her, she was the owner of the letter, the previous day when he saw her handwriting, he felt he had to seem it somewhere but can't place where and now, Barbara in her drunk state had mentioned that she is the owner of the letter."Why are you drinking? You shouldn't get drunk on me, I can't carry you." Barbara's voice was soft, he blushed at her words, Barbara moved her gaze to the wine, grabbed the glass, and gulped in one go."No oh!" Dante cry inwardly, he doesn't want her to get drunk but it's too late, she is drinking too much, she is a bit tipsy before

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

I slapped his hand away forcefully and splashed the mango juice onto his expensive tux. Ivy screamed as she leaped forward and tried to stop me. I did not dodge her. Instead, I gave her a huge slap. “Liam, do you really think I can’t live without you? Now you’re here, disgusting me with mango juice!” I stared at Liam with disgust and hate. Liam looked at his wet tux, and his face fell. He turned around to look at Ivy. “Didn’t I ask you to make orange juice?” Ivy’s cheek was red and swollen. She was crying.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

The place is loud, with a mix of loud buzz and the noise of people drinking their joy out. Happy souls full of life having the hang of the night. While I am drinking my heartaches away. I wished every sip that I took since I got here would take a piece of my broken heart back. Or at least ease this unbearable pain in my heart. But hours later, since I started drinking this bitter shit, the pain is still there. Love is a bitch! Love is a scam! I hate love. I curse love! Love does exist.

I asked as I’m not thinking about the kiss he just did when he was drunk… I don’t know if he remembers that but I do and I hate that I still do even after what’s happening right now. “But you don’t drink much… I drink but that was just…” Now he can’t answer me. “Whatever, I’m drinking.” I said and continue to drink while vi-bing to the band in front of us. I continue to drink even though they keep stopping me every chance they get. “I can’t have fun now? I want to forget too you know. I just hate myself at this moment. Well, I’m dumb enough to believe that he loves me but I extended my dumbness by loving him so much that even though he treat me like crap I still give him another chance… and