Hangover Square Novels & Stories

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.

While the sound of thumping music filled all around them. "No ..." Kenzo replied, while pouring a bottle of alcohol into his glass, then the man drank it up. "I've been looking for it until now!" Mateo sighed, "I think ... You should forget about Alice, Kenzo!" said Matteo, while partaking in drinking the alcohol that Kenzo poured in his glass. "I believe that Alice is still alive, Mr. Theodor!" Then Kenzo glanced at his cellphone which displayed the wallpaper of his intimacy with Alice. In the photo, they look very happy, they embrace each other intimately. And the picture was taken from above their heads, of course Kenzo was holding the camera.

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

Alfredo The sun pierced through the heavy curtains like a knife to my skull. I groaned, rolling over in the massive bed, my head pounding with the kind of hangover that made me regret every glass of whiskey from the night before. My jaw ached. My ribs throbbed. And the memories… they came back in sharp, broken fragments. Maria.

CLARISSA’S POV. The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understand at once why they call it a hangover. From the pounding head, vomit taste in my mouth and dehydrated feeling I feel, I figured I must have been drinking heavily last night. My throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt to move. It was like the flu only self-inflicted, Maybe I could sleep it off. Thinking that I curled under the duvet and closed my eyes.

Her dad made it known to her. She stepped to the kitchen counter to glimpse a hangover drug and a little paper glued close to the medication. She stared at the glued paper as it read! "Don't forget to have your meal before taking the hangover drugs.” Zoe could feel her cheeks heat up as they turned total pink. She dragged herself upstairs to her room as the house felt empty as usual. She instantly took out her phone to call Dora, she wanted to tell her about the seven minutes in heaven game she and Alex had played but the phone went like.

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.