Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

"Well, um, yeah. I sucked their dicks a couple of times." Peter now knew my deepest secret. I told him we were usually drunk or high when we'd do it. It was my way of trying to say I couldn't be held responsible for my youthful, drunken actions. We continued to talk about sex over another beer and checking out some of the women at the bar. We both admitted that even though we had our problems with our wives and sex, we'd never cheat on them with another woman.

The drugs were affecting Nick more and more until he lost his focus. Peter and Aldric laughed at Nick for being such a fool. And with such callousness, Peter kicked Nick in the back that the man fell down the stairs and rolled to the bottom. Seen below, Nick was unconscious with a pool of blood coming out of the back of his head. "That's what you get for trying to usurp my position," Peter exclaimed with a hateful look, the man urging Aldric to follow him. Peter has a personality disorder, tends to be a psychopath, and has no sense of empathy. He can even kill anyone who gets in his way, including his own biological family.

"We haven't really drunk together, so we really should get drunk today," "Of course. Good wine should never be wasted." Peter giggled. He was already tipsy—he could not hold his liquor despite his love for it. Moreover, not only did the wine have a high alcohol content, but Zachary had spiked it to get him intoxicated quicker. Soon, Peter's gaze was unfocused and Zachary put his phone nearby on recorder mode while continuing to pour more wine for him. Then, Zachary seemingly asked casually, "My mom claimed that she murdered Lulu Adams. Do you know anything about that?"

"I want to drink with you." Peter looked at Gunn with a challenging stare. Helen knew Peter could hold his liquor, but she wasn’t sure about Gunn. She didn’t want them to drink, but in the end, under Peter’s challenge, both of them started downing bottle after bottle. Helen tried to stop them but to no avail; she could only sit there, eating while watching them drink, feeling utterly helpless.

Their glances came loaded with curiosity, amusement, and in some cases, undisguised contempt. Xena felt her face burn. Swallowing down her humiliation, she walked over to Peter and forced a gentle smile. “Peter, you’ve had too much. Let’s go home.” At that moment, all she wanted was to get out of that room as quickly as possible. Peter really was drunk, and when he was drunk, he had one particularly disgusting habit. His hands wandered. Xena’s body stiffened the moment she felt his hand moving, but she didn’t dare push him away. All she could do was lower her head and help him toward the ballroom doors under the weight of countless unreadable stares.

I so badly wanted to beat the shit out of those reporters but had to refrain myself because my friend would not like that. I saw Dhruv pouring another glass. I marched towards him and snatched the glass from him. "What the hell you are doing?" I shouted at him. "Look who is hereeeee. My frienddddd Arjunnnnn." he slurred. Peter told me he drank more than one bottle of whiskey. I tried to pull him from the seat but he pushed me and asked, "Wha..wat..what are youuu do...doing?" "Taking you home." "I don....don't want to goooo."

Dan said, finding the situation amusing as he let out a heartfelt laughter. “Is such a thing even possible?" Jackson raised his brows a bit skeptical about the situation and just then a voice came from behind. “You would be shocked what fear can do to someone." Both Jackson and Dan turned around just in time to see Peter step into the bar. “He knows his time has come so he wants to enjoy himself one final time," Peter further added. “So what are we supposed to do with him now, in this state?" Jackson said almost disgusted by the sight as he had never seen a drunk wolf before.

Out of nowhere, Peter’s voice broke through the chatter, lazy yet commanding, “I stayed sober. I’ll transport you both.” Dustin blinked, momentarily taken aback. “You didn’t drink? Then who was clinking glasses with me for the last hour? Peter, no offense, but I don’t care if you’re the High Alpha—ignoring the Council’s safety laws is a no-go.” “I was drinking mountain spring water,” Peter interjected smoothly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “My glass has contained nothing but water this entire time. You simply assumed I was indulging because you were.”

he asked. Peter glanced up, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "Whiskey," he mumbled, his voice hoarse. The bartender nodded silently, pouring him a glass. As Peter drowned himself in the dangerous hands of the alcohol his mind reeled with thoughts..but the sharp taste in his throat made him glad that his pain could be physical. The murmur of voices intertwined with laughter, creating a tapestry of life and distraction. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to lose himself in the noise, the weight of his mistakes never left his side.

I had nothing to dry them off with now. But to my surprise, Peter sat down beside me, and I watched him remove his own shoes and socks, lift his pants as high as they would go, and put his feet into the cool pool, as I had done. We remained silent for a while, until Pyotr broke it. " Will you tell me what is going on in your mind? " he asked, without looking at me. " No way! The secret to success is to keep all the craziness inside and act like a normal person. I won't let my husband find out that I'm a well of madness!”