Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

He uttered. “But, remember that I will not give up. Once I’m done solving my problems, I will pursue you.” My eyes widened at what he told me. I can’t even utter a word. “Goodnight, Fely. I love you.” He said and ended the call. Despite of his confession, I still can’t believe it. It wouldn’t sink in my mind that Drake… love me. I dozed off to sleep past 2 AM and woke up 6 in the morning.

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.

I drank the tonic he prepared with his blood for five years. I once thought he simply wanted me to recover quickly so that we could have a child together. I never imagined that his sacrifice was only to ensure I would never bear his child. At that thought, I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. I was already struggling to conceive, so why would he go so far? It seemed clear he truly never wanted me to give birth to his child. When Michael entered the room, I was still staring blankly at the bowl in my hands. Seeing me like that, he pulled me into his arms and asked softly, “What are you thinking about, honey? Is the medicine too bitter? Do you want me to get you some candy?”

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!

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

I want a complete love, one that belongs only to me. If he can’t give me that, why tease me, why give me hope? The pain pursued me like a wild dog. I got up, went to the kitchen, and pulled out several bottles from the fridge, not even looking at what they were. I just wanted to get drunk, to forget him, and forget all my troubles. Damn it! Why am I drinking again? I didn't know how many glasses I had, but I promised it was the last one. The next morning, I was woken by a knock on the door. I dragged myself out of bed, a headache nearly sending me back down.

'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