Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

He added. Peter saw Lance's group passing him in which he didn't like. He began summoning a lightning dragon and flew hard. He passed Lance's group that were startled because of his aggressiveness. "By the heavens Peter, watch where you're going!" Layla shouted. Peter just ignored her and continued his aggressive flight towards the finish line. "What's his problem?" Rhea confusingly asked. "He's always like that." - Beatrice As Peter approached the finish line, he saw a figure of a man sitting on the ground drinking a bottle of water.

“Sad. It’s her loss. I had a girl who was two-timing with another dude. Now I can’t trust women.” Didi wasn’t interested in his boring story. “Such is life. Now I need you to put this drug in the glass of wine meant for the lady. She will be here tomorrow with me – at 1 pm. Make no mistakes.” “What drug is that?” “Don’t be scared, Peter. I’m not killing anyone. It’s a drug to make her frequent the toilet.” “Is this your way of punishing her? I refuse to be a part of this child’s play.” Peter laughed at the whole scenario.

They had called for Jack, the pack doctor, who had begun a treatment that had ensured his being able to stand now. Later that night, the Alpha of Fauger's pack had revealed that Peter had fallen from his seat while he had drunk from his own goblet of wine, and that he believed that her mate had been poisoned, although the others in the room had discounted that theory since the wine had come from the same wine bottle.

She prayed that the oneday she prayed for would not be too late. Peter sat on his leather chair, the anger brewing deep within him,his eyes were cloudy as if a storm was nearing. ''Yet again, I am stuck with this pain in the neck!!!'',Peter thought as he poured himself a glass of Johnny Walker Black label Whiskey. ''No matter how I try to get rid off her, she keeps coming back, like a bloody damn yoyo'' Peter gulped down all the contents of his class in one go. He needed more alcohol to dul his pain and anger.

Peter asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Ethan nodded, his laughter dying down. "No, everything's not alright. If it was, I wouldn't be here." Peter sighed, his eyes scanning the bar. "Let's get out of here. We should talk." Ethan shook his head, signaling the bartender for another round. "No, I'd rather get drunk." Peter's expression turned stern. "Ethan, come on. You can't just drown your sorrows. Don’t tell me you invited me here just to come and watch you drink like a loser. You are a man Ethan and you need to act like one!”

{Martha’s POV} “If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a drink with you,” Peter said, his voice laced with that all-too-familiar arrogance. His smirk deepened as he shoved both hands into the pockets of his tailored black pants. “How about another glass of champagne?”

They talked some more before the bartender moved his attention to other customers. Peter just sat there like a lost puppy as he kept drinking. Then he was on his feet, and I hid my face immediately. He was probably leaving, but then a rough looking man approached Peter with very disgusting and suggestive smiles which made my skin crawl even from here. He wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist, their conversation punctuated by leering glances. I was on my feet before I even realized it.

The last few days have been a blur, Anthony has had his friends around every night, drinking until the early hours. He calls it breaking in the new house, I call it slowly breaking your body. I had just put Amelia down for a nap when I pass Anthony in the hallway, he didn't look that great, probably from all the drinking. "I have a raging hangover, I'm gonna have a little nap" he groans out, rubbing his face as he spoke, he looked like he might puke, faint or all the above!

I leaned my neck to the side, granting him more access, as his mouth moved to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "You drive me insane," he muttered against my throat, i felt each word like a brand against my skin. "Good, don't stop," I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair, desperately begging him not to stop. I needed more…more than just his touch. My pussy clenched desperately in need. I needed to feel his big dick deep inside me. And I didn't hesitate to tell him what I wanted. “Fuck me” my voice slurred. I couldn't even say the words straight without sounding drunk.

Peter said, indicating the chair with his hand, “Please..have a drink at least before we get down to business.” “Business?” I frowned, “How can you talk about this like a business deal when Ryan is the head of your father's troops?” “Please, Amber. I’m just trying to relieve a stressful situation, that’s all.”Peter chuckled as he poured me a drink and pushed the glass across the table. I looked at it dubiously and from the way Peter was stripping me with his eyes, I felt as though this might have been a bad decision. “Really? You think that little of me?” He smirked as he reached for the glass and took a sip out of it himself as if to prove there was nothing wrong.