Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

A love that won't make you question the reason why you love a person, a love that will never be a reason for you to regret but a reason to aspire more. And I thought I already found that love. I was wrong. But falling in love is like getting drunk, you wake up with a horrible hangover and swear you'll never drink again but you know deep within that you'll take a shot once again and it may sound pathetic but I trust love one more time and always one more time.

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

I turn the knob and look back one more time at the woman I love and leave her life once and for all. I'm drunk. I'm beyond drunk. My vision isn't blurred, it's pitch black. I have no idea what time it is, but my thoughts still going a million miles an hour which has me thinking it hasn't been that long since I left Anna's apartment. I try lifting my head up from my forearm, but it's no use. The heaviness of my head matches the one in my heart. I broke a vow. I drank. I wanted to drink until I could no longer feel the pain radiated through my body, but it was no use. I have no idea where I am right now, but my mind is still on the bruised and battered girl I left sobbing, calling out my name

He said, "Baby, I am sorry. Please look at me, Crystal. I love you and I don't want to lose you." I slowly turned to face him and said You Love me? If you loved me, you wouldn't have bought a bottle of liquor just because I told you what was going on with me Brooks. If you loved me, You would have given me the space I needed last night when I told you to go home and not ask me to tell you what was going on. Now because of the issues I have in my head, you are drinking again. I should be the one who is drinking with all the sh*t I am fighting in my head. I should be the one who was drunk saying I was cursed. What was your reason for putting that bottle to your lips Brooks? What did I say that

I don’t remember much of last night except drinking. Fuck! How the hell did I get here? How is it possible that I fell in love with Ava and didn't realize it sooner? The moment the realization hit me, I went straight to the club. I rarely get drunk. I promised myself not to ever get butt drunk after Noah was born. Normally, I just take a class or two, and that’s enough. Yesterday, though, I needed it. I needed it badly. There is no remedy for what I was feeling. No fucking cure. How do you even begin to deal with the realization that you love the woman that you hated? The same woman you spent nine fucking years hurting?

Like, I wanna break free from this feeling, but I can't seem to shake it. Fuck, why did I have to go and fall for her of all people? It's driving me crazy, and I don't know how to deal with it. But, no matter how drunk I get or how much I complain, deep down, I know I'm head over heels for her. It's messed up, but it's the truth. Love such a terrible fucking thing. It can make people act so out of character. It's like a shot of tequila - it can bring out the good and the bad in a person. Though, I must admit, I've begun to see that it brings beauty out in everything, too.

I asked. "Well, she said she wanted a relationship with me, and I was too drunk and wanting to sleep around. I didn't know she was a witch. I thought she was a human who would forget the night and move on. Her drunk request for seriousness seemed like a passing fancy," Drake explained, rubbing his temple. I chuckled at his situation; it was hilarious. Drake's love life had a flair for the dramatic.

‎By the second bottle of wine, Lola was drunk. ‎Emotionally drunk might I add. ‎The kind of drunk where every thought suddenly became a confession. ‎She pointed dramatically at the television. ‎"Love is fake." ‎I snorted. ‎"You've watched exactly twenty minutes of this movie." ‎"Twenty minutes too many." ‎Her head fell backward dramatically. ‎I already knew that look. ‎"Oh no. I know that look..." ‎"I didn't even speak" ‎"You're about to start talking about Aleksei, aren't you?"

"I was so sure I couldn't take it anymore. I almost swore that I was done. But it's so fucking pathetic because I can never be done with you, Addie. I'm so fucking obsessed with you and your madness, I can't seem to ever separate you from my blood." I see how helpless he sounds and my heart breaks. Yet I don't know the right action to take to make him feel more loved than hurt. Or maybe I know but I'm not capable of doing it. "You know, I was drunk, right?" I say, laying my hand on his chest, "I was angry and I was drunk. You know these two things don't mix well when it comes to me." "I get drunk too, you know," he points out just to let me realize that I have no excuse, "I get drunk a whole

Leila’s head still hurt so it took her a few seconds to process what she just heard, “Wait, what did you just say!?” He hung up without responding, Leila was speechless, she felt like she was suffering from loss of memory because she could not remember anything, she checked her phone and she gasped in shock, in there were nude pictures of her with the moving guy, she did not even remember his name. She put two and two together, she would not drink willingly because of the baby and the only reasonable explanation was that she was drugged. Something as utterly wrong and she needed to fix it but first she needed to sleep, so she slept.