Hangover Square Novels & Stories

Matthew woke up with a feeling as if a heavy hammer was pounding against his temples. The strong smell of alcohol clinging to his suit and the relentless headache greeted him at sunrise. He was still leaning back in the reclined seat of his SUV, parked on the side of the road near the shop he couldn't find last night. He reached for the bottle of mineral water on the dashboard, drank it all, and quickly checked his wristwatch. It was eight in the morning. Despite his severe hangover and weakness, only one name echoed in his mind—Adeline. Right after came a wave of guilt from the story his child told him last night about the missing twin.

And then… Green eyes. I shoot up to a sitting position and the room tilts to the left. “Oh god,” I whisper, clutching my temples. On the nightstand sits a tall glass of water and two white tablets. Tucked underneath is a neon yellow sticky note with neat handwriting. ‘Drink me. There’s hangover soup in the kitchen if I haven’t burned the building down yet. Aspirin is for the hammer in your head. Take it and don’t die on me. N.’

My head was banging very terribly and for a minute, I felt like I was finally going to die and go see my parents again but after another jolt of pain at the back of my head that brought the memories of last night back to me, I knew I was going to survive because it was just a hangover after all. After coming back from the village square yesterday, Daniel had gone to the supermarket and come back with a bag full of drinks and even though I was warned that they were all alcoholic, I didn't want to miss out on the fun so I said I didn't mind and I joined them to drink away into the night with Nathan by my side. At the thought of that, I looked beside me and found him sprawled on the bed, arms a

Hangover sucked' She thought as she kept on feeling that aftereffects of last night, as she waited for a few moment until she regain her vision, yawning loudly as she looked around the room Examining it thoroughly, until she realized that she's not in her room... She widen her eyes and looked at the bed she had slept Thankfully that her clothes are still intact, or she'll regret a lifetime if something had happened to her She took a huge deep breath as she slowly got out of bed tiptoeing her way out, trying to be as silent as she can be Thinking that what if the person she was with is just around the room, and it will be hella awkward if she somehow cross paths with that person

Iris hugged Clara, gentler this time to assure her and thank her for being there and being so strong. With that, the girls joined Lily for another round of drinks and then Sussane to dance the night away and forget Y's inflicted pain, Gideon's betrayal, and the ever-present feeling of doom around the final war! The next morning, or more like the next afternoon, all the men, including Dom, and all the ladies, including Iris, had a massive hangover. They didn't even know beings with such a fast metabolism could even have a hangover, but they did. The headaches were killer and the nausea was overwhelming, but no one regretted the night for even a second.

I drove my eyes away and head back to the bed. Though I am trying to avoid her, I am just pretending to do so since I am noticing every movement of her. She applied the antiseptic around her neck, opened her luggage and pulled out a red saree then moved to the washroom. I try to close my eyes to sleep but I can't. I had gone through the biggest quake ok my life which shook me from inside.

“After everything I’ve done to bring you back.” The Hallow should be towering by now. It should be strong enough to step into the daylight, to reclaim what was once its domain. This town was built on its bones, its power, its hunger. The founders understood that. They fed it. Honored it. Feared it. But fear has faded in Hallow’s Edge. And I intend to restore it. I step deeper into the market chaos, unseen, unnoticed. People are still shaken from the surge, Raven Warren’s surge. The girl is unconscious in Emily Connor’s arms, Noah hovering over her like a guard dog. Grace Connor is checking her pulse. Liam is scanning the woods.

At the very least, it was fantastic. ~Christopher’s POV~ My head thudded and hammered with pain, as light flooded through the window, cutting through one of my eyes and into my skull. I turned over, hiding my face with a pillow, and moaned. “Fuck!!,” I muttered. Is it necessary for a hangover to be this terrible? I recalled finishing the transaction I was working on. After getting intoxicated, Mark and I brought two females to our separate hotel suites. I have no recollection of who I carried to my suite. A flash of brunette flashed into my head. A brown-haired lady joined Mark and me at the bar with flame-colored hair, and I remembered the false tantalising breast that swelled up over the t

Shirley smacks her forehead with her palm. The raven haired girl walks to the counter and asks for a small black coffee and I get the greatest idea I’ve ever had. I walk over to the counter and clear my throat. Those beautiful green eyes look at me again and I feel my heart do a little dance in my chest. I momentarily forget what my plan was before Shirley clears her throat bringing me back to the present. “Hmm, yes. I would like to pay for your coffee, to make up for nearly crushing you” I say with a shy smile. The beautiful raven hair girl looks at me, and smiles with a nod. “I would like that” she says.

I nearly passed out when I heard that. In the end, I'd lost my shot at the scholarship, and rumors soon spread around campus that I was a plagiarist. The stress dragged me back into depression, and one night, I ended up on the school rooftop. But maybe fate was not done with me yet, because I was given another chance at life. This time, I was determined not to put up with Sienna's nonsense anymore. She was going to pay. She kept calling my name, but I ignored her. Then, just as she was about to yell again, our roommate Jessica Mills, who was in the middle of her game, finally lost her patience. She yanked off her headset and snapped, "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa—what is this, are you trying to