Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

Everything had spiraled out of control since that night at the Conner mansion, and she knew Hue wasn’t handling it well. Finally, she spotted him slumped over at the bar, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him, and his eyes glazed over with anger and despair. He was drunk—more drunk than she’d ever seen him—and yet, he continued to drink as if the alcohol could somehow wash away all his problems. “Hue,” Amanda called out as she approached him, but he didn’t seem to hear her over the pounding music. She reached out to touch his arm, trying to get his attention. “Hue, it’s me, Amanda.”

I was walking on the road crying and my steps were staggering due to drinking. I reached back to the club in no time and started drinking liquor straight at the bar counter. Drunk in wine and sorrow, I could only think of anything but Elijah. I don't know what is the less in me because of which Elijah never looks at me with eyes of love. Why does love give so much pain? I was having a drink when a handsome guy wearing a leather jacket came next to me and tried to talk to me and said “should i say a thing if you allow me?”

"Now I know how the women I hurt felt, and I want to say sorry to all the women who felt pain because of me. Maybe that's the only way to stop this pain and for her to love me too." I didn't have time to pity him. I also have my own problems. That is why I am now drowning myself in alcohol. I wanted to go home and see Aceia, but I knew better than to hope that Aceia would welcome me. I might shout at her because I think differently when I am drunk. "Love sucks," Clark said, and he drank the rest of the martini in the bottle. "Fuck you, love." "Yeah. Love sucks," I said, and I did not pour the vodka into the glass. I drank it right from the bottle. "Fuck love."

But he had no idea that what he drank was mixed with drugs, where the drug immediately affected him and he ordered him to kill Paula. At that moment, the girl's mind was confused and her eyes were spinning. The girl even pulled his neck and whispered in his ear when he saw that he was drowning in the forbidden drug. However, the young man is still trying to fight the poison that entered his body and mind, when he suddenly meets the girl Gwen in an unexpected opportunity.

She cut herself off and covered her mouth, embarrassed. Bella's mind returned to the past. She had been drunk in these events, too, in the past. Damian would always lecture her about it while driving her home. "You should cut down on alcohol, Bella! It's bad for your liver!" She would then angrily retort, "You're just saying this because you think I'm a pain in the ass! Hmph!" He would sigh and reply, "No, you're not a pain. I'm more worried about you suffering…"

My right hand was also playing with the alcohol on my glass as I watched her stare at hers for a while. “You know, Ava…,” My back straightened when I heard my name under her breath. It wasn't Avie, it was Ava. That means she was already serious. “What?” I asked as my gaze went to the center area of the bar. People were dancing with the hype beats of the song playing in the background. Some were already wasted, grinding their bodies everywhere. I couldn't help but grimace at the view. “When love hits you hard, you won't be able to control it. That's how powerful love is. It'll make you stronger but also will make you weak that you couldn't help but surrender,”

Crushed by the relentless waves and overwhelmed by the pressure of the deep sea, my body was reduced to ruins. With my screams swallowed by the waves, I sank into the depths of the ocean. … "Alright, haul Sierra up! She needs to come and apologize to Wren properly!" Zachary said. "She's already married to me, so she shouldn't be so petty all the time. Why does she get jealous so easily?" Hearing this, Pete left. Beside Zach, Wren shot him a helpless look and said indulgently, "Zach, no matter what, Sierra is still your wife. You shouldn't treat her like this. Honestly… I'm fine now.

Michael could not bear to see me in that state, so he searched the entire country for renowned doctors. He finally found a highly respected local practitioner of traditional alternative medicine. That practitioner claimed that blood drawn from a man’s fingertip could be used as a catalyst to help treat a woman’s infertility. Since then, Michael carried a small knife with him at all times. That way, he could draw blood whenever I needed it. Over the years, his fingertips had been cut so many times they no longer looked the same. He even gave up his dreams of playing the piano. I drank the tonic he prepared with his blood for five years.

At the realization of that, I closed my eyes. I've fallen in love with her without even realizing it and I've been nothing but trash to her. I started feeling dizzy but I didn't want to stop drinking so i picked the bottle and gulped from it again, trying to push down the feeling of guilt from my chest. Is this what love feels like? “Get me another bottle.” I said, passing my credit card to him as he nodded and passed another bottle on a tray to me. “Here you go sir.” He opened it and I gulped from it again, relishing the burning sensation. This is exactly what I need.

“Yes, I do. Let’s go home and dance, Drake. This place is too crowded.” “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go.” He staggered out of the place, gripping my hand and pulling me along. I blinked to focus on our way back. I hadn’t planned to get drunk at all. But Drake seemed totally at home in his neighborhood as he sang happily all the way to his condominium. I’m tired of this fake love, baby! I’m tired of a dream that’ll never come true. I want to love you for real, baby! But I’m afraid to give my heart to you!