Hangover Square Novels & Stories

She was exhausted before night fell, she dozed off while massaging his legs. *** Justin woke up to see a girl beside him on the bed, everything looked new to his eyes. He watched as the door opened and a woman came in carrying a glass of water. "Oh Justin, thank God you are fully awake! I hope the dizziness and headache has lessened?" Mrs Smith asked her son, happy that he's gradually coming around. Justin nodded and accepted the water she offered, he drank a mouthful of it and placed it in her palm again. "Who are you, please? Where am I?" Justin's question surprised Mrs Smith.

"Vince, let's be clear about one thing—you're the one who can't live without me. If you try to use a breakup to manipulate me again, don't blame me when I'm not so nice about it." Without so much as a glance at me, she slammed the door and left. As I watched her leave, I remembered how she had appeared out of nowhere that year. At the time, Mom was drunk, and a single phone call from Scott's father, Malcolm Barlow, had provoked her into a blind rage. She grabbed a wine bottle and hurled it at me and my father, Russell Cline. Dad had yet to recover from a serious illness and could barely even walk. We huddled in a corner of the house, with nowhere to run.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

Bryce stomped down hard, snapping the Stafford butler's right hand—the one holding the knife. "Ahhh!" More sickening cracks followed. One by one, the Stafford butler's limbs were crushed underfoot. He collapsed into the blood like a heap of broken flesh, unable even to crawl. Bryce spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, killing intent blazing in his eyes. "The Stafford family of Scallow City, huh? Tomorrow, I'll bring my men and flatten your ancestral graves—make you pay back every last bit, with interest!" The next morning, I sat calmly on the sofa, sipping hot tea at a leisurely pace.

Hangover is one of the reasons I don't like drinking too much because it hardly get out of my system.I wake up late even after setting the alarm to wake me up which has been ringing for a long time but have to off because am just really tired and need to sleep more to gain my strength back. I picked my phone to check the time which I slipped and fell from the bed because the time I saw on my phone shows that I am totally late and I'll be in for a deep shit with the manager because she had warned me on several accounts to stop coming late. I quickly dash to the bathroom to bathe before changing into a fresh set of shirts and trousers. Just don't know what's wrong with me sometimes because I k

she screamed in anger, her voice echoing through the night, directed at a man who paid her no attention. Larkin woke up with a pounding headache, regretting the excessive drinking from the previous night. She dragged herself out of bed, wearing a black hoodie and a pair of pajamas, looking visibly unwell. Needing relief from her hangover, she decided to head to the pharmacy to purchase some pills. With bleary eyes, she stumbled into the pharmacy, hoping to find a quick remedy for her throbbing head.

It's another day, the next day, famously titled the morning after. Hailey is sprawled in her bed, sleeping. During the early mornings of the day, at about seven pm, Hailey stirs in bed, her body coming awake with her. As she begins to regain her senses and consciousness, the first thing she realized was the painful and unbearable throbbing in her head. It was do terrible that she couldn't open her eyes for fear of how much worse it was going to get. She'd never been this hung over in ages, hell, she was rarely one to go about drinking to a stupor.

Due to the overconsumption of alcohol and drugs, Yohan had slept until the afternoon. When he woke up, he was plagued with a hangover and a splitting headache. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—today was the day of Sara and Kevin's marriage. He quickly reached for his mobile phone to call his assistant, Nolan, only to find it turned off due to a drained battery. He hurriedly plugged it in to charge and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

He groaned in pain and frustrations swearing to himself that he'll never drink beer again. “Good morning” He greet Yulix and Hailey as he saw them on the stairs they both greet him back and they all go downstairs together. They went to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast and searched for something to drink and relieve the pain. Hailey drank some milk from the fridge since she was totally fine and nothing is aching with her and Yulix but —fuck why is he the only one with a goddamn hangover? He was first to back out but last to recover damn that was fucking unfair!