Hangover Square Novels & Stories

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.

Laura woke up at 11 AM with a terrible hangover caused by the amount of alcohol she drunk last night. She went to her wardrobe and reached out for one of the drawers where she kept her medicines. She got a glass of water from the kitchen and popped out two pills in her mouth, swallowing them down with water. When ever she had a hangover, she always regretted drinking too much but last night, she felt the need to do so. After waking up and feeling sober enough, the memories of happened between Frank and herself came to mind in details.

My middle school and high school crush. “Can you stop embarrassing yourself." Jesse is on the bed trying to pull him away from me. “Wake up you deadbeat." Anderson finally opens his eyes. He groans and pushes his hair backwards. He's hotter than when I last saw him, during our graduation. He's hair is grown and his eyes seem a little bit brighter. “What's with all the ruckus? I'm sleepy." “Or hungover," some dude I didn't see yesterday snorts. “Definitely hungover." The others concur.

I loved her enough to fight for her, and I was going to win her back. *** I was back at home that evening. Emma was with Claire, so I had the place to myself. After a good workout, a good sauna, and a good dinner, my hangover was gone. I opened my bar cabinet to choose a nightcap. Not too much, just something tasty to reward myself for all those Bulgarian split squats. After a long look at all the bottles full of golden deliciousness, I closed it again. I didn’t need it. I could take a break, just this once.

It's at Harvard square, not too far from your school, the houses there aren't too bad either" her mother replied. Rachael nodded as she looked through the window of the car as it moved admiring the beauty of Cambridge, it was way more beautiful than London, the tall building, and the others. Soon they arrived at a street after driving for over ten minutes, the houses in this particular street were a little more beautiful and bigger than the streets they had passed through, although the houses here were more dispersed within the area. "Here we are, this is Harvard square and this is the apartment where you would be staying for the time being," Rachael's mother said after she had stopped the c

“ This can’t be ! I refuse to believe this !!! My daughter…..My daughter……..She can’t be dead . She can’t be !!!!! “ said Laura with a huge scream . “ Laura ! Get yourself together ! “ said mr Karlo with a worried expression . “ My daughter……because of this family , because of these rules , because of the people who wanted to hurt her……….’ She is now gone . My little baby is couldn’t even live her life properly . She couldn’t even live her life………Antonia !!!! Antonia……please come back………Antonia…….ANTONIA !!!!!!!! “ screamed Laura with all her soul in a desperate way before she exploded in tears . She screamed so loudly and in such despair that she ended up fainting in the arms of mr Karlo .

In the main living room of the pack house, Celeste was still clinging to Mom's arm. Her eyes were red from crying about the hundred million dollar debt that had crushed her dreams. "Mom, you and Dad have to help me," she sobbed dramatically. "I can't handle this alone. I'll die if I lose everything!" Her performance was flawless, as always. Marcus entered the room like a winter storm, bringing cold fury with him. He slammed a thick stack of printed medical reports onto the coffee table with such force that everyone jumped. The papers scattered across the polished wood surface.

Sierra I wake from my nap and groan. My head is pounding, and I have a disgusting taste in my mouth. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Vodka is the one drink that always gives me hangovers. I can’t believe I threw myself at Ambrose! It is a good thing he said no. I needed a distraction, and he was there. It would have been stupid of me. I search for my cell, but I can’t find it. Where is it? It was there when I settled down to sleep. Groaning, I slowly sit up and look for the clock for the time. It is seven o’clock in the evening. Great! I won’t sleep tonight. My cell can only be in one other place, and that is wherever Ambrose has put it. He is the only one in the house who would have taken i

As she navigated the discomfort of the hangover, she made a silent vow to approach future celebrations with moderation and mindfulness, cherishing the moments of joy and connection while prioritizing her well-being and peace of mind. As Hazel sat at the kitchen table, nursing her hangover with sips of water, a mix of regret and reflection washed over her. The pounding headache and queasiness served as a stark reminder of the consequences of overindulgence, prompting her to reflect on the balance between celebration and self-care.