Ena Drunk Novels & Stories

Blackwood said and stood up. “Go? Go where?” she groaned again. “Oh good lord, are you drunk?” he asked abruptly as the realization dawned on him. He immediately lifted her bottle and his jaws dropped when he realized that she had almost finished the long bottle of White Russian. Did she think it was fruit juice? “Drunk?” Annabel scoffed and chuckled. “No, I am not.” She laughed. “Yes, you clearly are. Fuck! How do we go back to New York if you are drunk?” he queried.

Her cheeks became red and she could hardly open her eyes after drinking four bottles of beer. "No, I'm worried for you. You are drunk. Don't drink more, if Alpha comes to know about this all he will be disappointed again after the morning scandal. Before anyone sees you let me take you to your room." Jenny said and Susanna smiled sweetly at her. She stood up and flung her hands in the air.

A similar glass appears in front of my face. "She's not supposed to drink, Aiden," Henry snaps, his tone lazy but sharp. Aiden doesn’t flinch. “She’s not supposed to be on this flight either, but here we are.” He settles beside me, brushing his fingers against my thigh. "My sub, my rules. And I say Danika is cordially invited to drink with us." "Cheers to that!" Noah howls from somewhere behind us, raising a drink of his own. I stare down at the golden liquid in front of me like it might bite me. "What is it?"

She took a sip, the warm liquid burning her throat as it went down. As she drank, she thought about her mother and how much she missed her. She couldn't believe that she was really gone. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, and she didn't know how to get it back. The more she drank, the more her thoughts turned to Lucas. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only one who could understand what she was going through. But she also knew that being with him would only complicate things further. As the music blared through the speakers, Andrianne stumbled her way onto the stage. Her movements were uncoordinated and clumsy, but she didn't seem to care. The alcohol had taken over,

Daciana had a decent population of bars. “Maverick!” Someone called. I looked up to see Dane standing by the counter. “He’s over here.” I balled my hands into fists. “Fuck him!” “He’s drunk out of his mind,” Dane explained. “I’m not! Give me another one,” Gage ordered. He was so drunk he couldn’t open his eyes. He smelled of every bottle of alcohol they had at the bar. “Did you drink all night?” I asked. Dane nodded. “I’ve never seen anyone drink like this.”

Alea poured a glass of drink for herself and Darian, and they clinked glasses. Ting... The sound of glasses clashing mixed with the loud music and colorful spotlights in the night club. Sip by sip, the alcohol wet Darian's throat, but suddenly, a strange feeling washed over him as he remembered Fahira's sad face. He quickly put down his glass and fell silent, staring at his now empty glass, while Alea began to babble incoherently under the influence of alcohol.

KEIRA’S POV The bar reeked of spilled alcohol and stale smoke, the dim lights casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Music thumped in the background, but it felt distant, almost like a heartbeat lost in the chaos of the room. My pulse quickened as I spotted Earl, swaying unsteadily on the pole-dancing stage, a beer bottle in one hand, his laughter loud and uncoordinated. Drake’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes blazing with fury. “He’s drunk! Later, he’ll regret what he’s doing!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.

he is such a whore. 'You do know his name's Dave right' I internally glare at my inner girl 'DO NOT START WITH ME!' I state emphasizing each word causing her to step back holding her hands up as if she's surrendering. Malia is drunk off her ass, Stacey is making out with a blonde stranger, and Dave is still talking while I'm drinking like there's no tomorrow. The funny thing, though, is that no matter how much I drink, I never get drunk. At first, it was a bit concerning, but now it's just an advantage.

A happy smile etched on the girl's lips then she immediately wiped her tears, feeling happy because she was still a virgin. "I don't want to drink anymore. Whatever happens I don't want to drink anymore, it turns out that drunkenness is scary and its effects are very dangerous." Dollan still feels the opposite, he likes his assistant who was drunk because Baby was different at that time. That girl when drunk is really sexy and wild, no more innocent Baby, just Naughty Baby. "It's up to you, I also won't force you to drink, last night I offered and you want it too." The man grabbed Baby's chin, turned the girl's gaze to him.

Draven made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the rows of bottles lined up behind the counter as he took his seat with a sigh. "A bottle of Vodka," he said as he handed the woman money. The bartender, a petite woman with a look of surprise etched on her face, hesitated for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to fetch the bottle. She returned with the Vodka and a single glass, setting them down in front of Draven with a nervous smile. Draven's gaze flicked to the bottle, his eyes lingering on the label before he poured himself a generous shot. The glass clinked against the counter as he raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the amber liquid within.