Drunk Yoda Novels & Stories

looking at me and I was confused saying, "But I am not gay, no offense to you, my lord but I don't bat for your team." I watched him and Michael linking between each other and then looked at me laughing, I said, "What is so funny?" Drax looked at me and said, "If your dick is hard, you bat for my team, you are lucky that I am a mated man," he was laughing so hard until he composed himself saying, "Don't worry, you are not my type, I still have standards," winking at me and I was furious, then they all burst out laughing and I said, "Give me the damn potion." I drank the potion and I felt the bond break, I almost passed out but Drax touched my forehead and the pain went away, he said, "You do

Good Heavens! Yuri is really trying to kill herself, isn’t she? Tohya sighed. “If you’re trying to get yourself drunk, it won’t work, Yuri,” he said with a sigh. “You know that. All Phantoms are trained to not get ourselves hammered. It’ll take a lot to get us drunk. And I have never seen you drunk anyway.” Ren glared at Tohya over Yuri’s shoulder, and Yuri was fixing Tohya with a dangerous glare. The last thing that they both wanted was to get Tohya started on one of his lame jokes on how teenagers and liquor do not mix.

“I am looking forward to riding again with you today, love!” Milton’s fireball flew in the river’s direction, almost hitting Drax, who was taking two bowls of porridge to Ayla and Eluvene. One of the bowls fell to his feet, and Droyn rushed to see how Drax was. He took the remaining bowl out of Drax’s hand and set it on a rock.

Yoda is standing beside the fridge, placing the chicken back inside. “Yoda? What are you doing here?." I ask but run to give her a hug. I'm surprised she's here but I'm still utterly happy. She pushes me away and pins me against the fridge. I search her eyes, they're glazed and looking weird. “Yoda? What's wrong." I ask her. She pulls out a dagger and tries to stab me with it. I break free from her grip and run backwards. “Yoda, is this a joke? If it is, please stop it's not funny."

He snapped. “Easy, Draco,” Mitch mumbled, using a hand to pull Draco away from the window. “Are you sure you are fit to come with me? You don’t have to be there.” “Are you kidding me?” Draco laughed manically. “After all these generations, the council finally came in need of help from us, and you think a bottle of Scotch is going to make me not see it?” “I’m just saying,” Mitch shrugged. “I could drop you off at home. Hilda would take care of you until you are sober.”

Without waiting for Yukha or Hador to speak, he controlled the wine and directed it into Yukha’s mouth. Hador said anxiously, “She can’t consume the Chaos Absinthe like this…” Before he could finish speaking, Yukha was forcefully fed a mouthful of the Chaos Absinthe. A dazzling blue light erupted from her body, and her body began to sway. “J-James, you bastard. Are you trying to torture me? You…uh…” Yukha passed out drunk and fell from Hador’s shoulder. Fortunately, James quickly caught her and teleported her into his soul space.

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

There was an eerie silence in the dim room with no lights on. Yaslyn was surprised but remained stoic. Reaching for the light switch, she paused when she heard a muffled voice from somewhere in the room. In the quiet atmosphere, she could hear the words clearly, "I told you, I can't drink anymore. Please don't make me..." The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Yaslyn could have sworn she heard it before. Shortly after, she heard the soft sound of someone turning on the bed. It seemed like someone drunk was sleeping it off in here. Could Yollanda's plan have been to bring her, drugged as she was, to someone inebriated—all to ruin her reputation?

’ By then, he could make everyone in Admiralporium serve him like he was the boss and enjoy various benefits that came with it. Kayson pondered over it. “I understand your concern, Captain Lawrence. Don’t worry. I can get this resolved.” Felicity asked curiously, “What’s your plan, Mr. Yarde?” ”I know someone who’s good at Vodu spells. She probably has Vodu Worms that can control others. I can ask her to put one in Penta-sun Doyen, so you won’t have to worry about him defying your orders.” Penta-sun Doyen blanched immediately and cried in terror, “No, no, no! Please don’t!”

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"