Hangover Square Novels & Stories

There is a private room that a friend deliberately rents to celebrate a birthday with only close friends attending. For more than four hours, they were all in the Bar. Until it was 12.30 pm, and Mario intended to go home. Coming down the stairs while talking, Mario's eyesight accidentally caught a woman he knew so well sitting leaning his head on the bartender's table like he was drunk. To confirm what he saw, Mario quickened his pace. Closer, then closer. And it turns out his guess was correct. There was Aurorae, leaning back, holding a glass filled with a drink. It was evident that the woman was in a drunken state.

Lyra "Ugh, are you guys going to wake up or... Oh, you're already awake," the bartender who I recognized from last night said as she walked into the room, and I winced from how intense my hangover was. "Fuck!" "I know right, you had a lot to drink last night." She walked towards the other side of the bed where the guy was and slapped him across the thigh. "Get the fuck up, Greg. I have to be in school in an hour."

she said shaking him until he opened his eyes, determined to stop him from sinking into the bottom of another bottle. Allen glared right back when he blinked up at her standing over him, right up until he saw what was in her hand. He practically snatched the glass and downed it in one disgusting gulp. Her hangover potion was the most disgusting tasting concoction that existed but it worked instantly. He sat up when the pounding in his head faded to nothing and the rolling of his stomach settled. Just in time for the previous night's events to start rolling behind his eyes like a bad movie.

Heavy eyes, hammering migraine, a sour taste inside his mouth, Harvey has a hard time waking up this morning. He groans and stretches his arms toward the window, where a warm sunray is peaking. He opens one eye and checks his phone to see what time it is. It's earlier than he thought. Harvey sighs and rubs his eyes before he sits on the side of the bed and pours a glass of water. The cold liquid feels like a refreshing wave inside his throat. He looks down and realises he's still in his clothes. He smells like alcohol, sweat and smoke from the theatrical fog of yesterday's party.

The best revenge is always to happily move on and let karma do the rest. Ananya My head was hurting so much as if someone was hammering it from inside. I slowly opened my eyes. I squinted my eyes and closed it again. I again opened my eyes. I will never drink again in my life. Now i understood how hangover feels. Ohh godd!!!

After brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face, he felt a little better—at least enough to function. When he stepped out of his room and headed toward the kitchen, he already knew what to expect. And just as predicted, Kyle was there. This time, Kellan wasn’t surprised. “I still don’t understand why you’re bent on looking after me,” Kellan said the moment he entered the kitchen. Kyle didn’t reply. He turned from the counter with a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Kellan. “Here,” Kyle said calmly. “For your hangover.” Kellan stared at the soup. He wanted to refuse, but the dull ache in his head convinced him otherwise. He picked up the spoon and began to eat.

"How long will this haunt me?" The screaming child always reminded her of the grave mistake she made. The irritating voices of a man and woman, filled with insults, curses, and piercing, mocking gazes. Senna covered her ears. "Stop it! Can’t you all just stop!" Her voice was drowned out by the running water. "I will destroy you all and make you pay for my loss." Senna steeled herself every time the dark shadows of her past life surfaced. A loud knock shattered her thoughts. The cold voice of a man penetrated her ears. "Hey, why are you taking so long? You're not dead in there, are you? I don't want to be blamed if there's news of a wife dying in the bathroom on the first night."

Eden asked again and Malakai nodded. "Apparently his head is just as much of a mess as ours. He's hungover as hell and had no idea what he was doing, but I don't buy it." There was just something suspicious about the way Alec avoided certain questions. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I've had just as much of a shitty day." Eden recalled her thoughts and the text and it was all mixed up. "That doesn't make me feel better because I don't want you to be upset. Ever. Now tell me what happened." The two finally sat down, although Malakai was on the sofa and Eden was in his lap.

Waking up in the morning with an unpleasant feeling, she greeted again the beautiful woman with slightly messy hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her head spun around what had just been dropped into her life. Indeed, she was covering up and would continue to try to cover up. Not thinking about how many risks were involved unless... that annoying kid came back. Once again, Clara grabbed her hair in frustration. Since returning to the apartment yesterday, her mind had been a mess. Biting her nails as a form of release. Sometimes, screaming out of frustration, her peace-filled day and her almost achieved goal just vanished.

OLIVIA’S POV "Hmmmmmmm..." when I woke up, I immediately woke up and slowly sat up, I stayed wrapped in my comforter before opening my eyes. I yawn and stretch my arms up, my head hurts a little because of the hangover. When I glance at the window it's already dawn daylight. I reached for my phone and checked what time it was, its only 6:32 am. I woke up this morning with a hangover. “Agh!” I suddenly rolled my eyes as I stood up. So the ending is that I went back to bed and laid down, I covered myself again and tried to go back to sleep. I still have to go to the coffee shop later, so it's ok to go back to sleep. I close my eyes and try to sleep...