Romans & histoires Hangover Square

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.

The slanted ceiling, the slightly stiff mattress with the one annoying spring that always jabbed my hip if I rolled too far right, the musty smell of my not-yet-laundered hoodie tangled around my legs. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember when exactly I got home. Captain had dropped me off… kissed me. That part I remembered with painful clarity. Then I’d wandered inside, grinning like a damn idiot, and then— The phone call… Whiskey. Right. I’d poured myself a shot. Maybe two. Okay, four. Just enough to take the edge off. Or that was the idea. Now, I had a hangover, my tongue felt like carpet, and my brain was about as coherent as a Wi-Fi signal in the basement.

How would she ever let him go? Hangover heard about the drama and showed up right away, to kick anguish out of the torture chamber it had already rented for Silvia. Colic and dizziness played bouncers to take the place over again. So exactly when Silvia fought back a heartbroken cry, the room spun three-sixty around her and a retch squeezed her throat. She managed to get up, grab her bag and stumble into the bathroom. She was forced to a heinous face-to-face with the toilet until her stomach finished purging all that upset it. Only then she pulled her bag closer to look for the painkillers.

My throbbing hangover feels like Super Sonic slamming headfirst into a brick wall, I mused upon awakening. I had only roused myself from slumber about five minutes ago, and while my senses were still hazy, at least I could see again, albeit not very clearly. I remained at the frat house from the previous night, sprawled on a soft couch that would forever bear the imprint of my sunken-in posterior. I gingerly attempted to sit up, but an oppressive weight on my stomach sent me tumbling back down. I closed my eyes briefly, reaching out to remove this rock-like object. To my surprise, instead of a rock, my hand encountered something lengthy and slender—a hand.

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.

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