Hangover Square Novels & Stories

But before I could react, I felt another figure appear behind me, grabbing me from behind. I tried to scream, but a handkerchief was pressed over my mouth, and the last thing I smelled was the sharp smell of chemicals before everything went black.w

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

And he keeps on convincing himself that maybe it's not bad if he broke his rule number one coz he pretty sure that he won't be seeing that woman in the near future. IT felt like Ruby's head was being split apart when she woke up the next day. She felt like it was going to explode from the intense pain… and her cellphone, which had been ringing since earlier, only added to her agony. Despite that, she reluctantly had to get up and answer the call. "Hello. Who's this?" "Damn you! This is Sapphire! How dare you to left me in the bar last night?" "Gosh, I'm sorry. But can you call me later? I have a severe headache. I have a freaking hangover. So please, I don't want now to discuss what happened

If one proved his loyalty with him, he would be showered with riches. “Senor Hugo?” The servant neared Hugo and whispered. Hugo slowly opened his one eye and winced in pain. The hangover was killing him. A part of him wanted to murder the servant then and there but he decided against it. The servant saw his death in Hugo’s bloodshot eyes. Hugo got up from his chair and walked to the restroom to wash himself up before the servant pissed his pants. By the time he returned, the supper tray was delicately laid on the table and the servant had taken the first opportunity to disappear. He sat back down and stared at the tea. The steam coming out of the cup seemed more interesting than his life at

She takes a lot of ice cubes in a bowl and a spoin and starts chugging them down also welcoming the burning cold and brain freeze it brings. This has been their routine for the past week. Drinking, planning and drinking more. Due to the amount of drinking they've been doing, they haven't even hatched a tenth of the plan. After a whole lot more of secret spilling from both sides. They both fall asleep, only to wake up five hours later. They're a little bit sobber now but they're having one hell of a hangover. Lash presses the almost invisible button on her cushion and Angela appears a few minutes later. Lash orders her to bring the freshly squeezed lime juice and she does just that.

She cringed, the pain piercing through her temples and her belly twirling with queasiness. This was not happening. No! This could not be happening. Why? How? Alright, so this was a hangover. She whined, scraping her eyes shut and seeing stars explode across her brain. Oh, this was surely a hangover alright. Her first one. Unhurriedly, Grace opened her eyes to thin slits, peeking around the room. Okay, not her small bed. Absolutely not her bed. Not her room either. No, this one was massive, remarkable, and... strangely familiar as her brain battled to piece together the vague reminiscences of what had occurred last—

Charlie woke up with a banging headache as he tried to recollect what had happened last night, maybe he had drank a little too much he concluded after the headache refused to go away is butner came in with a tray containing a glass of water and some hangover pills. "Cleveland, what happened where is Miss Cole?" He cocked up his eyebrows as if he had invented a new word that no one had ever heard before, almost looking like he was so stunned that the tray with the glass of water and The hangover pills were going to fall off his hands.

The persistent ringing of Dominic's Android phone awoke him from his slumber. Squinting at the rays of the morning sunlight pouring through the half open window blinds of his study, he sat up. He was terribly hungover. Moreso, his mind was hazy. He blinked several times to get rid of the blurriness of his vision. Rubbing a palm over his face, he picked up his ringing phone. Then, he swiped his thumb across the screen before bringing it to his ear.

I didn’t hear his words; I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with a head-splitting headache. I massaged my temples, hoping it would go away. I looked to my left and Primo wasn’t on the bed. I looked around the room but he wasn’t here. Just then, the door opened and Primo came in carrying a glass. “Hangover?” I nodded. He went to my side and gave me the glass. “What is this?” It was filled with an orange-colored liquid. I took a whiff and it smelled disgusting. “That’s for your hangover. Don’t mind the taste.” I sighed. I put the glass on my lip and I drank it all at once. I put the glass on the nightstand. “That was disgusting.” He chuckled. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

She already had Liam to worry about and he was about all she could cope with, as long as he stayed locked in his office and didn’t speak to her or even look at her. She thanked the barista before taking a cautious sip of the strong, sweet coffee. It was hot, but she didn’t care, she needed to get it in her as quickly as possible if she had any hope of combatting the hangover she was currently suffering. The pain in her head was almost bad enough to let her forget about the mess of the last couple of days. Unfortunately, the paps still parked out the front of her apartment building were an all too real reminder of the traitor Darius’ betrayal. That betrayal set off the domino effect that culm