Hangover Synopsis Novels & Stories

The whole situation with waking up at Tony’s house was so strange and embarrassing that we’re all still trying to process it. “I can’t believe we got that drunk,” Jane says finally, holding her head in her hands. “I feel like someone is hitting my brain with a hammer.” Zoey groans and lies down on my bed. “I feel like I’m going to throw up. This hangover is terrible.” I know exactly what they mean. My mouth feels dry, my head is throbbing, and I feel dizzy every time I move too quickly. “We need to make some hangover soup,” I tell them. “There should be ingredients in the kitchen downstairs.”

He groaned in pain and frustrations swearing to himself that he'll never drink beer again. “Good morning” He greet Yulix and Hailey as he saw them on the stairs they both greet him back and they all go downstairs together. They went to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast and searched for something to drink and relieve the pain. Hailey drank some milk from the fridge since she was totally fine and nothing is aching with her and Yulix but —fuck why is he the only one with a goddamn hangover? He was first to back out but last to recover damn that was fucking unfair!

But now, she lay on the bed, flowing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. *** The next morning, the room was filled with sunlight as the rays streamed in through the window. Alex slowly opened his eyes, one after the other, and felt a throbbing pain in his head. It was the hangover from the alcohol he had consumed the previous night. He was glad that he at least got back home without getting into any trouble like the other time. He almost lost all he had all because of what happened the other time, he was glad that didn’t happen again.

Isabella woke with a start, the dull throb in her skull pulsing in time with the morning sun creeping through the curtains. Her mouth tasted of stale alcohol and regret. She groaned, clutching her forehead as fragmented images from the night before danced behind her eyelids—too loud, too messy, and far too public. She staggered out of bed, wincing as each step reminded her body of its hangover. The house was quiet, but not peaceful. A tension hung in the air like smoke after a fire.

Hangover is one of the reasons I don't like drinking too much because it hardly get out of my system.I wake up late even after setting the alarm to wake me up which has been ringing for a long time but have to off because am just really tired and need to sleep more to gain my strength back. I picked my phone to check the time which I slipped and fell from the bed because the time I saw on my phone shows that I am totally late and I'll be in for a deep shit with the manager because she had warned me on several accounts to stop coming late. I quickly dash to the bathroom to bathe before changing into a fresh set of shirts and trousers. Just don't know what's wrong with me sometimes because I k

Emily’s POV The sunlight filtering through the blinds felt like punishment. I groaned, dragging the pillow over my face, trying to escape the stabbing light that sliced into my skull like a thousand tiny ice picks. My tongue felt like sandpaper, my stomach twisted in confused rebellion, and my thoughts moved sluggishly, like they were coated in syrup. A hangover. A real, undeniable, soul-splitting hangover. How quaint. I hadn't had one in so long that I almost forgot what it was like to feel both dead and alive at once.

She closed her eyes, seeking solace in the darkness behind her eyelids. The room seemed to spin around her, and she silently promised herself that this would be the last time she overindulged, alcohol never does her well, she as lightheaded and had taken the offer from that stranger because she was angry. Minutes turned into hours as Olivia lay there, battling the effects of her hangover. The room gradually grew still, and a sense of tranquility washed over her. As the pain relievers began to take effect, the throbbing in her head gradually subsided, allowing her to think more clearly.

Wendy crashed onto the ground and a sharp pain shot from her lower abdomen. She looked down at herself and noticed blood pooling under her lower body. Wendy blacked out and all her strength seemed to drain away in an instant. A second before she lost consciousness, she thought, "Maybe, this is my fate." Due to her hangover from excessive intake of alcohol, Larissa slept soundly the whole day. When she woke up, it was already dark. Kevan wasn't around, only a small nightlight was on in the room. Larissa massaged her throbbing temples and sat up. The comforter slid off her body and she realized that she was stark naked.

Three hours later, a scream suddenly echoed from the hallway. Dr. Smith stood outside, drenched in sweat, his surgical gown splattered with arterial blood. His hands trembled violently, and he could barely form a complete sentence. "Mr. Stafford's blood vessels… extremely fragile… "Severe hemorrhaging started as soon as the surgery began… we can't stop it… "I'm sorry… we've done everything we could. "Please… prepare for the worst…" "William!" Joel's body shook violently before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His forehead banging hard and stinging him, he robbed across his head hoping it will reduce the headache. He had too much alcohol the last night and had a heavy hangover to deal with, more than a strange lady on his bed. “Hey!” Bryan jacked this lady again, but there was no response, neither did she move an inch. His heart that almost fell out of his chest sat in a bit when he saw that she had clothes on and his trousers was on. Struggling with his hangover and getting the ‘manequin-human’ to speak was really stressing him