Hangover Quotes Chow Novels & Stories

I'd take her seriously if I hadn't already downed four of her concoctions. My head's foggy, it feels like there’s wool in my ears and my mouth tastes like shit. “Down girl, my soul is rattling” I whisper back. I think. “The fuck are you screaming for?” She shouts back. Yeah, I’m definitely hammered. I’m going to have the worst hangover— I can already feel it coming.

One the bright side, the heat from the sun helped in curing my hang over. Finally, gym class was over. After washing up, I made my way to the cafeteria, I didn’t miss my way this time. From what I had seen the last time, I knew better than to miss my way. I sat on an empty chair and placed my plate on the table. I had just finished eating when Liam appeared, placing a drink on my table. “For your hangover, or whatever it is you’re going through.” Liam said, a smile on his face. “Thanks,” I murmured. I tilted open the lid and poured the liquid down my throat. It was refreshing. “Thanks again.”

she managed while making her way to the freshly brewed coffee pot, being responded with various groans and grunts of pain. "Breakfast?" Major groaned from his place beside her. "I'm not really hungry..." Rosalie admitted as she sipped the coffee. "The best cure for a hangover is a good breakfast." The unambiguous voice spoke from behind her as she froze in her place. "Why do you think everyone is eating?" Looking around her, she noticed him be right, as every single man either had food on their plates or something to eat in their hands as they all slowly mustered their strengths to chew.

this isn't a joke, it's the truth. Axel is gone.....he is gone for good! **** The next morning "Ohhh!" I exclaimed as a splitting headache hit me when I sat up on the bed. I felt my head pounding. "Argh! Hangovers are the worst." "You are awake," Ma said as she walked in. "Good morning, Ma," I said weakly. My mom looked at me and said, "Have the hangover soup on the table, it will ease the headaches," she said as she took the laundry basket. I nodded gratefully and drank the soup in one gulp. "Thanks, Ma," I said, feeling a little bit of relief.

Massimo pov I opened my eyes slowly to the dimly lit room. Fuck, my head was banging really hard. I haven't drunk this much in years, so I was so fucking hungover. I looked around and realised I wasn't home. My penthouse? Why am I here? I sat up slowly as I grabbed my ringing head. “Looks like someone is hungover.” I lifted my head to meet Zara in my shirt. It barely covered shit. My brows drew together in a perplexed expression. “I made you some hot tea, it'll help.”

I inquired, my voice laced with a hint of curiosity and a touch of concern. He turned towards me, his expression carrying a mixture of weariness and explanation. "I stayed up late," he admitted, his words tinged with a sense of justification. "If I had attempted to prepare breakfast, it would have undoubtedly delayed my departure. And Ryan," he continued, his tone shifting to one of consideration, "here’s the remedy for hangovers. You should have a sip first."

Evelyn almost smacked herself in the head. "Don't mention it. You were very composed," she felt relieved just hearing that. "And Coffee?" he frowned. "Not a good choice for a hangover." "Drink water or get fruit juice," he advised. His kindness was deeply appreciated as Evelyn smiled in return, "Thank you for dropping me home. Honestly, I didn't think I wouldn't have been able to go home--" "It wasn't me," he said with a straight face that halted her appreciation speech. "What?"

“A what?” He appeared by my side with a messy hair and smug look as always, holding a steaming bowl. “Congee. You know, rice porridge. It helps with hangovers and idiots who don’t know their limits. You know I watched a tutorial on tiktok on how to do it. You know? I had stayed in an Asian country for a year when I was younger." I gave him a look. All what he said didn't concern me. The only word that drew my attention was him calling me an idiot. “You calling me an idiot this early?”

“Sit. I’ll get you some water first...hangover cure number one.” “Thanks,” I mumbled, sinking down as the room spun a bit. “Ugh, why did I think whiskey was a good idea?” “Because Daniel’s face needed a bath?” Warren quipped, sliding a glass in front of me. “Drink up.” Mrs. Christopher bustled over, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead. “Poor thing. Warren, be a dear and fix her a plate. She needs carbs to soak up that nonsense.” He piled on the meal on a plate, handing it over with a wink. “Bossy much, Mom?”

"It's pretty obvious you did." Olivia sighed, giving up the argument. "Because I'm an idiot." She looked down at her plate, then swallowed hard. "I don't think I can eat this." "You can and you will," Sarah said firmly. "Best hangover cure is grease and carbs. Trust me."