Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

Or any child losing their parent. A flashing image of Grace and Ryan came to me that I had to push aside. Hard. Peter liked drinking whisky, as did I. We tried a few different blends after delivering the girls the rest of the bottle of wine to the coffee table. It was clear Peter was seeking a friend in me, just as I was unknowingly seeking out a friend in return. He stayed alongside me as I began to fry the potatoes, even taking care of them himself while his partner and I shared a cigarette out of the window.

"Hey, I told you to— Silence occupied the both of them. Sunny stilled when Peter grabbed her arm and exposed the skin beneath her sleeves. Peter's eyebrows furrowed at the violet bruise on his friend's skin. He immediately raised the sleeve of Sunny's right arm and then to her left only to see more bruises. "W-What...Sunny— "This is an accident. Papa’s drunk," Sunny said with a forced smile. Peter didn't like what he heard. He was furious, devastated and helpless. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't what he can do to help.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!

I heard Lark’s voice echo in my ears as I jolted up from where I was dozing off already. I yawned and stretched as I looked at Jane who was still very much awake and Jace, I couldn't say if he was really doing great right now as I could tell from the numbers of empty glass at his front that he was definitely drunk right now. "Heyyy, heyyy, heyyy, go get Jace up while I go get Peter, okay?" Jones said as he walked away to the top floor where Peter was. He was drunk already and was still having so much fun. He was still approachable and looking at Jace, his eyes still glistened with full rage and his sharp exhales still had a way of breaking me down completely.

I did not need to ask where he was because from the noise, I already suspected him. "I'm good." I replied. "Definitely not as good as I am! Whoo!" He shouted on the phone. I did not need a soothsayer to tell me that Peter had also been drinking. A lot. "Man, you're already wasted." "Not as wasted as I'll soon be!" He replied with a laugh and I shook my head in amusement. "You need to drop by man! We're having a blast!" Peter suggested. "Where are you?" I asked.

Without hesitation, he uncorked it and brought the bottle to his lips, gulping it down in large, careless swigs. Within moments, he could feel the alcohol coursing through his veins, the familiar fog of intoxication creeping into his mind. A bitter laugh escaped him. “Love isn’t easy, but getting drunk... now that’s easy,” he muttered, letting out a loud burp. He didn’t stop at one bottle. By the time Tiffany returned home, two empty bottles lay beside him, and Peter was sprawled on the floor of his room, his world spinning. **************** Tiffany walked into the mansion after a long day of shopping, setting her bags down and stretching her arms. She hadn’t seen Peter all day, and after fr

All eyes were on him. My claws slid out before I even realized it, tips scraping lightly against the phone case. Peter… what are you doing? Why are you letting them do this to you? My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, filled with a dread I couldn't shake. I felt truly afraid for him. Laughter swirled through the bar in the video, low sharp and mocking. Each jeer cut like claws dragging across metal. Peter kept drinking. One glass. Another. And another. I watched his throat move as he swallowed, watched the liquor burn its way down and spread through him like wildfire. His hand flew to his stomach, his body curling with pain.

He got up and dismissed the doctor when he was done with his check-up. "Thank you, doctor, you can follow him and he'll take you back." Paolo nodded to one of his guards that were standing outside his suite. Peter was having his second bottle of minis which he has been mixing with orange juice and gulping them down like he was just back from the desert. Paolo took his glass and drink the rest of the content and winced at Peter. "You realized you just ruined a perfect vodka right?" "He could've missed and hit your head!! you...you big oaf! stop protecting me!" Peter couldn't help himself as tears rolled down to his cheeks, he wiped them roughly and decided to open a bottle of beer.

He was angry and drank alcohol without any limitations. "Hey, are you okay?" Peter came and asked him. "She is a bitch, she is cheating on me," Austin again picked up another shot served by a sexy bargirl. Peter shrugged off and said," I'm not gonna trust you. She can not cheat on you, I can write this on stone." They shared many drinks and it's gonna overdose for Austin. Peter found the group of three hottest girls and led her towards his suit. He is the owner of the pub, he is chased by many girls so the girls are trying their best to seduce him.

He said to me, "Understand what?" I asked him. Peter said nothing as he managed to rise up. He grabbed a drink and I noticed he was a little drunk. We were werewolves and we did not get drunk unless we had taken too much. Besides, it would not even last. "How many did you take?" I asked him. "We've run out of rum." He said and walked away. My eyes widened. What was his problem? I knew Peter was more like my sidekick but everything about him ended with following me. He just had his fun but he was still a virgin.