Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

"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

Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, till the walls give in, yeah Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, I don't wanna say, babe Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen It was like I was radiating from inside out.I was up in flames because of Drake's.I was like a house on fire which wanted to keep burning.Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and I don't know if I freaked out or it was my defensive mechanism doing his job overtime.The glass flew out of my hand and wine splattered all over him.

I whispered, shaking my head in denial. “I am drunk,” he said, stepping closer, his chest rising fast. “But I love you. Because if it’s not love, then why does my whole body come alive when you walk in? Why does my chest feel like it’s going to burst when you smile? Why does everything in me ache when you cry?” “Please…” My lips trembled. He touched my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I’m drunk, yes. But I know this…” his voice dropped into a whisper. “I love you.”

When he went to bed that night, he was still semi-hard just thinking about her. Sarah might be dazed with the flush of infatuation, but Drake was a jaded piece of shit. He didn’t feel love . What he was feeling for her right now? Drake was infatuated. I***a-fucking-infatuation . Who’d have thought that he’d be one to get all sappy over a chick the moment he saw her? And he felt glad she was drunk , by tomorrow she will probably remember just a bit of what happened.

“You're drunk, Wee.” The heavy scent of liquor rolled off his breath. It was just like their very first time. He had been so blind drunk that he had hallucinated, mistaking her for the woman he truly loved. His hands were impatient, rough. He yanked the hem of her cream mini-dress all the way up to her waist. Without hesitation, his calloused fingers slipped past her underwear, finding her intimate core, which, to her own betrayal, was already slick and weeping with heat.

When I got in the car, the driver had the radio on. "You don't mind if I have music on, do you?" "No. I could use the distraction." The radio host was speaking for a while. He wrapped up the topic he was on and said they would go back to the music. Adam Levine's voice began to sing: If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, If I couldn't be strong, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same?

They seemed like they were in a movie, and they ended up in one of those chapels where you can get married on the spot. They had only seen that in movies, but that's exactly what they did. The couple said "I do" to the sound of "Always on My Mind," to the officiant dressed as Elvis. There are the photos and videos that were taken to prove the wedding. The couple will probably freak out when they find out they got married while completely drunk and, worse of all, don't remember what actually happened the night before.

I told her. She clasped her hands together and nodded in concurrence. I drank from the bottle again. The alcohol sent a tremendous amount of burning sensation through my throat. When I expelled the heat through my nose, I felt it would catch fire. That was why I loved the drink so much. It knew what I wanted and treated me exactly that way. "The importance of family is, too," she pointed out. I sighed and smirked at her sentence. I know what she was trying to do. She didn't know that I had been through all these situations a thousand times and had still found a way to maneuver through them.