Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

"There's no way I'd risk my pride for that damn Reo!" Jack took a shaky breath. One hand turned to take a bottle of mineral water in the front drawer of the car. Then opened it, and gulped the water in the bottle in one gulp. "Reo ... I love you, but unfortunately this is only limited to being a friend. Not sadly what do you want. To be a gay couple?" Jack chuckled softly. "That's really crazy." "Reo, don't be such a pitiful man." mumbled Jack and drove the car back.

Sitting in a private suite of the City’s famous ‘elite’ nightclub, Lance emptied a glass of John Barleycorn and replenished his glass. The slow love song playing in the background riled up Lance’s sorrows as Gabriella crossed his mind, tormenting him and making him lovesick. He was about to gulp this one down too when a feminine hand grabbed hold of the glass, taking it away from him.

She came next to me and hugged me, like a true best friend is suppose to do. “Don’t worry about it Kry, If me and Niky can get past our problems so can you and Ryan ok.” she to me. I looked up at her and smiled, she wiped away me tears. She was a true best friend. “Now, I have to get home and start my romantic weekend.” She said and stood up she did a little sexy dance and I laughed rolling my eyes. ----- I gave her the rest of my smoothie that I snuck a hand full of Rohypnol in. I knew she was going to drink it all she has a sweet tooth so it was perfect. I watched her from the side of my eyes as she slipped in and out of darkness.

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.

Only Bourbon, Whisky or Vodka. Sighing, Isadora didn’t really like any type of alcohol, as it made good people and wolves do stupid and hurtful things. Her brother Chase had gotten addicted to wolfsbane-infused brandy, and whenever he had been binging, she was always on the receiving end of his fists when he would return home. Feeling that it would be rude to decline, she nods and whispers. ‘Maybe a little glass of Whisky.’

She became a shadow of herself, drowning in alcohol, searching for the man she had truly loved. I remember one night clearly. She was drunk, stumbling, eyes bloodshot, and I tried to make her stop drinking. But instead of listening, she flared up, her voice sharp, wild with pain. "Pearl… you must never fall in love the way I did," she spat. "Or you will be broken too."

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.

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.