Drunken Confessions Novels & Stories

Dylan Cohen stutters… it seems he would not get an answer. The card has the number four written on it. He searches the room—breathing profoundly as Connor is looking in his direction. With all of the audacity of this pretty boy, the door unlocks! His teeth are chattering, and his hands are sweating when entering the room. The smell of alcohol is present, but when it makes his heart throbs are the sound of crashing lips. His feet take him to a place he never wanted to see… because the truth will not comfort you. Dylan's pupil dilated when he witness daddy Luke is French kissing an unknown woman on the bed. His hands covered his gaping mouth. Frozen and knees are like rubber when those lips th

Hotly terrifying. Draven smirked as he leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement. The wine was definitely having an effect on her, and he hadn’t even planned on this happening. He wanted to get her to talk, to reveal things willingly, but seeing her this loose-lipped was something else entirely. "So tell me," he drawled, crossing his arms, "why do you insist on getting drunk? Do you actually think it’s okay to drown yourself in wine like this?" Aurora turned her head sharply, as if she had just realized he was still there. She blinked lazily at him before tilting her head to the side.

well, things got hazy. "What did I do, what did I said," I tried for remember but things were hazy up there in my memory. The worry was gnawing at me. What did I say or do last night? I had been so drunk, and drunk me was never a reliable narrator. Did I spill my guts to Henry? Confess some secret love? Make a complete fool of myself? " I am such a fucking mess and I don't seem to know what to do about that" I groaned to myself.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m an idiot.” She frowned. “Have you been drinking?” “A little bit,” he admitted, his voice slipping into a sing-song lilt. “Just a little.” She could hear the faint clink of glass in the background. Somewhere on his end, music played — faint, distant, the kind of melancholy tune that only made drunk confessions worse. “Rafael,” she said carefully, “it’s late. Maybe you should—” “I’m sorry.” The words stopped her. “What?”

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

I take my time selecting a bottle. When I turn around, the energy in the room has shifted. Something has changed while my back was turned. They're all looking at Cole now, some silent conversation happening between them. "What?" I crack open my beer. "You guys look weird." "Cole was just telling us," Marcus says slowly, "about your little confession last Thanksgiving." My blood goes cold. "What confession?" "The one where you got drunk and told him you'd been having dreams about all of us." Theo's smile is different now. Hungry. "The dirty kind."

"I would like to believe that everyone in here knows what happened to my family and so I will not go into that. What y'all might not know is the government took the opportunity to steal what I and my wife spent our entire life working for, fucking bastards" They start boeing "Fuck them! Let's toast to this." I raise up my glass of vodka with everyone doing the same. "Fuck the government. Here's to the night we don't remember and the friends we won't forget. Let's get this fucking party started." I shout The music resumes and draws everyone to the dance floor. ****** Sorry but I have to end it here. If you wanna know what happens next, you should come next week. That's all on Confessions Of A

It felt really nice to be held in his arms, to be so close to him, to be able to smell him with every breath, and to bury her head on his chest whenever a scary scene came on. Before she knew it, it was already 2 AM in the morning and they were on their second Halloween movie of the night, Edward Scissorhands. Sierra, still in her dress, was sprawled on top of Colton. There were glasses of alcohol and all sorts of snacks scattered all around them. She was getting delirious due to the alcohol and the lack of sleep, and she started slurring words without having control over them. “Hey, Colton,” she said. “Hm?”

His eyes, once filled with playful allure, now held a flicker of uncertainty, revealing the inner turmoil that resided within him. Curiosity fueled Athena's inquiries further. She probed Aron about his coping mechanisms in times of anger, and the methods he would prefer to quell his emotions. The room grew silent, and the weight of Aron's contemplation hung in the air. "Before I was apprehended, I would relieve my stress through sex. But now, they administer sedatives whenever I have episodes," Aron confessed, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and resignation. The shadows cast by the dim light danced on his face, emphasizing the complexities etched across his features.

I gulp down the rest of my wine trying to rid my freak out. "I can do this. I can do this." I repeat under my breath over and over again. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of confusion and despair! My head is just above water but I'm slowly sinking! I watch as the clock ticks closer to 6pm, the time my mates are due. I just sit there in silence, my eyes darting from the clock to the darkening sky out of the window.