Emily Oster Alcohol Novels & Stories

stomach twisted as I glanced toward the group of women huddled nearby, their eyes darting toward me before quickly looking away. “Did you see what Emily posted?” another murmured. “Pouring tea in her dressing gown? How embarrassing.” “She’s an Omega. What do you expect?” The words hit me like a slap to the face, and my forced smile faltered. Alaric, for his part, didn’t seem to notice. He leaned down, his voice low in my ear. “I have to

“Get away from me, you creep!” Emily screamed as soon as she pushed her eyes open. A sudden heavy migraine attacked her as soon as she had spoken, and just then did she realize how much alcohol she had drank the previous night. Dustin, on the other hand, split his eyes slowly, rubbing slowly on his orbs, trying to recall the compelling situation he found himself in.

Special Treatment When nervously, Emily quickly put on her dress and walked to the door. " you did it" Olivia shrinker cheerfully. Emily just grinned, of course, Olivia knew everything she must have been watching Emily and Gabriel through surveillance cameras. Go back to your room, starting from today you can't drink alcohol and only eat nutritious food, "Olivia said very kindly. Emily nodded, she looked Olivia confused, how could someone want a baby so much that she was willing to see her husband making love to another woman.?

Emily leaned back on the couch, a smug grin on her face, "Go on, Mr. Sterling. I am confident I could ace them” Oliver raised a brow, feeling a little competitive, “So, when’s my birthday and birthplace?” “October 30. Orinda, California, USA” “That’s easy. I knew you would know that” he looked over the lists, “Let’s see…height and weight—” “6 ½ inches and 185 lbs while your shoe size is 10” Oliver raised a brow, “How do you know that?” Emily shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, “Well, I am the one who chooses your shoes, gives your measurements to the tailors, and the one who usually fills up your medical information whenever you get injured from your hobby of car racing. So, I need to know

As long as she stops asking questions. Walking to the fridge, Emily snagged a bottle of water and guzzled it down. Its chill was intense. She could use a real drink, something strong and hot and stiff. Gin. But getting sloshed on the job was a sure way to get fired, though it was a common occurrence amongst certain members of the staff. Still, they managed to keep themselves on the payroll. A whiff of alcohol on the breath, someone tucking away what might have been a phone yet which looked like a flask.

“There’s juice and beer too.” Silence. Suspiciously long silence. “I’m fine with anything,” he finally says, voice careful, like he’s trying not to say the wrong thing. “Perfect.” I pull out a bottle of wine I’d been saving for a ‘special occasion.’ Mostly because Emilia’s been militant about her alcohol ban, and I’d promised to behave… but tonight feels special enough. I shoot Em a quick text — don’t come home tonight. Not that she needs the reminder. If she’s audacious enough to be at Owen’s, she’s not coming back here.

a voice broke through her thoughts. Alura blinked, looking up to see Emily sliding a tall, frosted glass of golden beer across the smooth wooden table. "You are zoning out," Emily laughed, dropping into the chair beside her. "Drink this. You look like you need it." Alura stared at the bubbling foam. "I don't really drink, Emily. I have zero alcohol tolerance." "Oh, come on!" Emily insisted, nudging Alura’s shoulder playfully. "One drink will not kill you. You have survived an entire month working directly under the Ice Prince. You deserve to celebrate being alive, Alura. Drink!"

“How did you get up so fast, weren't you? Weren't we?'' Emily. “You know what? Forget it. Where's Andrew still asleep?” Emily asked, giving up on any inquiry she believed she had; she had been drunk all night, and so was laura , but one thing she expected was that laura would still be asleep after all. Emily had believed her friend to have low alcohol resistance, and laura barely ranked unlike her, so how was it possible? But either way, she was pleased that she wouldn't be the one doing anything else.

he sighed. “No.” she protested again, her cheeks flushing as she tried to smooth her hair. “I’m not drunk. I’m not drunk, okay?” Tyler let out a soft high. He was glad he had arrived when he did. If she had been alone for too long, someone would probably try to take advantage of her. “Emily,” he said softly, taking her hands in his, “did you take alcohol? You know you can’t handle it. Why did you drink?” Tyler’s grip was protectively around her waist, keeping her steady.

“It was just like two extremes of Emily in such a short space of time.” “And no thanks to the stronger drink,” she made apologetic eyes at the caterers as she retrieved a glass. “There is plenty of champagne,” Owen offered. “And the guys and I are enjoying this beer at the moment,” he showed her the label. “Local company, lower carb.” She sniggered, startled by the comment. “Did you really just say lower carb, Owen?”