Hangover Square Novels & Stories

some said from behind me in a monotonous voice. The voice stroke a chord within me, it sounded so familiar like I've heard it so many times before, so I slowly turned my head to see who the voice belonged to but the moment my eyes landed on the person's face, I got up slowly from my sit, as a jolt of images began to flash through my head all at the same time, and that made my head to immediately start to spin and I didn't know when my legs gave out beneath me and I passed out completely on the ground... ***

Delilah's pov The hangover was brutal, a dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes that perfectly mirrored the searing pain in my chest. I sat on one of the sofas in the living room, a mug of hot coffee in my hand, my gaze fixed on the glowing screen of the television. It was everywhere—every channel, every news outlet. The headlines followed the same pattern. “Calix Knight in Crisis,” “CEO’s wife scandal threatens BILLION-DOLLAR deal,” “Is Calix fit to lead?”

I woke up to a searing pain in the back of my head. I couldn't even open my eyes. Shit! I have never felt this bad even when I was in college. I always limit my drinks when I am at a party except when I'm with Lisa. But even with my best friend, I hadn't felt this hung over. The whiskeys were very potent and I was an idiot for falling head-first into the trap laid out for me. I put both of my hands over my head. I heard someone closing on me. I couldn't even open my eyes and see who that was.

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.

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.

A doctor, returning from an emergency call to an elderly patient, found them just after two, and by three, Alanis was back in her hotel room, lying in the warm, scented darkness, trying to force her mind back into the numbing void she had felt in the car. But it was no good... She watched as dawn began to weave streamers of gold and pink into the night sky, and then rose impatiently, padding through to the luxurious bathroom and standing under the shower for a full ten minutes while she struggled to come to terms with her shattered emotions.

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