Hangover Square Novels & Stories

I thrashed, trying to throw her off. Then there was a sudden sharp pain in the back of my head, followed by blackness. -

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Hearing this, Harvey couldn't fathom Gemma's intention, but before he could ask for clarification, she and her family turned away and walked forward, never looking back, even though Harvey shouted her name numerous times. "My wife... why would she be dying?" Exhausted, Harvey sank to his knees, questioning himself. "My wife? Who?... Quinn, perhaps? How could she possibly be dying..." At this moment, his head ached even more, and he heard someone calling him, calling multiple times, yet he couldn't pinpoint the source of the sound. Harvey jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat and a look of horror on his face. The pounding headache was unmistakable from last night's drinking. He glanced at

Skylar tried to open her mouth to shout but all came out was silence She can't even shout for help Skylar became agitated and stood up with force she fell off her bed "Someone is coming" Skylar saw Alex pull Stacy and they both entered the room by the left side of the ward Skylar tried to pick the oxygen machine Alex dropped but she was slipping out of her conscious already The door opened And Skylar couldn't make the clear image of who entered Skylar tried to fight her conscious but she black out Flashback end Skylar POV

None of the comforting and familiar faces from Swiftcrest, just angry wolves, desperate for power and out for blood. Cassie leapt over the mass of gnashing teeth and claws to join her sister, her paws landing on the hard earth, keeping an eye out for Nora, sniffing hopefully at the air around her for her sister’s scent. It wasn’t there, but there was something faint…apples. She didn’t really have time to place this odd scent lingering in the air - why apples? Maybe from one of the desserts that were now strewn all over the ground, but this was different. She shook her head to clear her befuddled mind, and re-focused. She had to help Evie and she had to find Nora. She leapt in the air, jumpin

Raven The hangover hits me before I even open my eyes. My head is a slow, steady throb. My mouth tastes as if something died in it. I lie there for a full minute just staring at the ceiling, letting the memories crawl back in pieces. The bar. Jack. The drive home. Roman guiding me to my bedroom. Me asking him to touch me and — I press my palms into my eyes and groan. God. How stupid of me.

Emily’s POV The sunlight filtering through the blinds felt like punishment. I groaned, dragging the pillow over my face, trying to escape the stabbing light that sliced into my skull like a thousand tiny ice picks. My tongue felt like sandpaper, my stomach twisted in confused rebellion, and my thoughts moved sluggishly, like they were coated in syrup. A hangover. A real, undeniable, soul-splitting hangover. How quaint. I hadn't had one in so long that I almost forgot what it was like to feel both dead and alive at once.

When she woke up, Wendy's head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to split open. She wanted nothing more than to smash her head against the wall. The hangover was the most uncomfortable thing. She didn't know what was wrong with her last night. She had gone out to drink for Rex, regardless of the child in her belly. She went downstairs from her room and happened to see Clare walking out with a document. Rex looked over and asked, "Do you still remember to wake up?"

"answer me!" Ann kept quiet and she was vividly shaking. Avice watched the woman who had saved her and raised her as her own all her life struggle to live. The worst happened when the intruder smashed Ann's head with a hammer. She almost let out a cry, but she held her mouth tightly as the intruder searched the house without success. She finally left. Avice eventually had the chance to pour out her pain. She cried loudly.

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