Drunk Tio Novels & Stories

TAKEN twenty six. Flora roll on Allen's chair in the office waiting patiently for him to come. After he had dropped her yesterday, sleeping alone was hell, she kept rolling on the bed and even had to drink alcohol for her to take a sleep. She didn't drink half a glass before she got drunk and slept off, but she woke up very early with a bad hangover and just rushed to work instead. She met just the security and the receptionist at the time she came and had sent message to her boss that she was at work because she couldn't sleep. She hoped he would come early ,but if he didn't, it was fine.

He stumbled on his feet falling right beside the edge of the pool and not wanting to get up he simply laid there staring at the starry sky displayed through the glass ceiling. More tears streamed down his eyes disappearing in his hair as he raised the bottle of wine taking another gulp of toxic substance, he was completely wasted. After their divorce was finalised, Ace went straight to the bar and for the first time he didn't have any control over his senses. Even after having the greatest tolerance of alcohol this night he wanted to break the barriers he created years back.

Morris screamed with raged eyes… “W…ho the FUCkkkkk…. you are to tell me what should I DRINK…. YOU are on my land… get lost from here…” Drunken Tony replied back in his hoarse voice With shaky body Tony Stood up on his feet, his entire body was covered in his own puke… yet I felt no disgust towards him because during my time in Kingdom Tallis prison I had witnessed and gone through worst then this…… “I AM NOT HERE BY MY WILL…… MISTER DRACO… HE WANT’S YOUR HELP….” Morris replied in same tone and simultaneously kept wiping Tony’s puke his face

Ron was doing his best to push through the growing tequila haze, urging his senses to remain aware of the fantasy-come-to-life in which he found himself, doing his best to push his tormented body to the sexual release denied so many times in the past few days. Unfortunately, his drunkenness and the rubber sheath could only achieve a stalemate with the Cialis and debauchery being inflicted upon him.

FIORA “A month earlier” I'm not drunk Yes,I'm a little dizzy and lightheaded but that only because of how suffocating this club is, because if I was really drunk,I won't be able to feel this pain that is eating me from the inside out Maybe if I drink some more i would be able to quench the fire that is threatening to burn me alive and I would be able to forget about “him” The idiot that had just stab my heart with a dozen splinters and broken it into a million pieces

"I don't know Jorge, but Lorena will pay for embarrassing me. That I know." "I don't want you making any rash deci....." "I'm not looking for advice right now, man. I want to drink." He interrupted, taking more shots. "Then let's drink." It was almost midnight when Jorginho dragged a drunk Makris into his house. Tanika gasped when she opened the door and saw the Lord in his drunken state. "Go back to sleep Tanika. I'll let myself out after dropping him in his room." "I'll just go ahead and ensure his room is ready." She said, running up the stairs.

I wanted to be a wild alcohol drinker until I'm crawling because of intoxication, party with my friends in a club where hot boys do come, and no one can be blamed if ever I got into an accident and die. His appearance in my life is quite disturbing. The first day of the meeting, and I'm already feeling humiliated when my wolf rushed in wanting to mate. In front of my parents, my coquettishness showed that I try hard to hide! And now, there's an arrow intoxicating my body slowly, spreading all the poisons extracted into the arrow. Now, instead of just thinking about myself healing, I will also think about him endlessly without a warning. I woke up, and the first thing I saw is my mother.

The long-forgotten sharp, acrid taste hit me, and my eyes watered before I could stop them. Ever since my rare blood type came to light, my girlfriend, Winona Elstein, had kept me away from cigarettes and alcohol. She feared I would fall ill, that there would be no compatible donor when I needed one, and that I would die and leave her to grow old alone. I had not minded the rules. I quit both without much resistance. Now, at the end of my life, none of that mattered.

"I agree. And I'm off for this entire weekend, with another doctor covering my service, so I'm free to get a little tipsy, too." I inclined my head her way. "Dr. Wakely, I believe we've just made a plan for this evening. Would you like to begin having fun with a Tropical Orgasm?" Alison's eyes went wide. "Um, what? Excuse me?" Laughing, I bent my head to speak close to her ear. "One of the little-known facts about me is that I'm an expert in dirty drinks. My brothers and I went through this phase in college where we competed to see who could find and consume the most cocktails that had really sexy names. One of my favorites was Tropical Orgasm. Trust me . . . you won't be the same after you'

As I continued drinking the liquor that Drake gave me, I didn’t notice anything like they drugged me or what. The taste was kind of bitter and sweet at the same time. And because I have no friends here, I was alone and the triplets were busy with their other visitors, so I drank and drank to the point that I lost control of myself. I didn’t know how much I drank.