Hangover Square Novels & Stories

, I really didn't wanna die, nor lose a hand. She looked like she was going to strike around my shoulder. I screamed as I saw the hatchet come down, with all my energy left... I moved. What a mistake.... I didn't even have time to regret as everything went blank. Mum's screaming was the last sound I heard. My head half detached from my body... I could have sworn, I saw a little girl wave at me.... And..... She was holding a phone...

Swift was clapping like a kid being proud of his Daddy punishing the bullies. "Wait what. Daddy". And did I say I never block my mind link with the Alpha Michael. And that means. Yes. I am right because he coughed into the mind link with a meaningful glance. And then I saw Swift coming to me with a smirk in his eyes. He bent slightly to my ear.. "I like it. Daddy". And he walked past me. Oh damn. Now I have to run to hide .... You know.. The tent in my pants. ******* Tabby

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

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Devon awoke to the sound of rain tapping against the windows of his penthouse. The sheets around him were tangled, and the lingering scent of the night before still clung to the room—cigarette smoke and whiskey. His head throbbed from the hangover, his temples pulsing with every heartbeat. The events of the past few days felt like a fog, shifting between clarity and confusion. He had tried to block them out, but each memory of Damian—the intense kiss, the heat of their bodies, the fire that had burned between them—kept surfacing like waves crashing against the shore.

Yet, for some reason, the way he looked at me gave me a great sense of security. "Sir, please hurry and rescue my daughter. She's still well and alive, but the deputy director of this hospital is trying to harvest her organs and transplant them into another patient's body—" Rhonda slapped me forcefully before I could finish. "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you seriously trying to destroy your father-in-law's career?" She turned and looked at the man. "Sir, there was a misunderstanding. My daughter-in-law just lost her child. She's saying all that nonsense because she's not in her right mind at the moment…

OLIVIA Hangover is a bitch and I’m never drinking again. By the time I made it up the stairs last night and into my bed, I blacked out. I woke up in the middle of the night throwing up. Sweet Sharlene held my hair though and cleaned me up when I was done. When I woke up in the morning, I felt dead. My eyelids were heavy and they hurt a lot. The sun streaming into the room didn’t even help. Luckily there was aspirin and a bottle of water waiting by the side of my bed. I made a mental note to thank Sharlene later for it.

Since last night, the woman finally realized what made her husband have to go through all this. While making Apple Pie a few days ago, Megan gave the wrong apple pie. The woman realized after confirming at home. The woman makes apple pie in two containers. And one of them was tagged by him because it contained the medicine he mixed and the woman was going to give Olivia. While yesterday confirming the container used for her apple pie, the woman realized that she had just given her husband a sizeable dose of medicine.

Snow "Oh my God. My head hurts." I cry out loud and wince. My own voice piercing my ears, worsening the pain in my head. "This is the worst hangover I've ever had." Cody whispers. "No one has ever had a great hangover. But I agree, this is the worst. We should keep whispering. At least our voices won't worsen the pain." Unable to get up, Cody and I crawl to the kitchen. I spot the camera still secured in its corner. "How we managed to not break the camera is a miracle." I whisper

’ Another wave of dizziness washed over her and she staggered backwards. ‘Stop whining about Sydney because she’s never coming back. Never! Maybe you’ll get to meet her soon enough.’ Claire yelled as she charged at Clarissa like a mad vixen, knocking a clearly perplexed Clarissa off her feet with one push. ‘She’s the only one you ever cared about! It’s Sydney this, Sydney that.’ Clarissa unable to break her fall, crashed into the table in the middle of the living room and the glass shattered into a million pieces. Pain, unadulterated, sliced through her body. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. Her head pounded with an impending migraine.