Hangover Synopsis Novels & Stories

Memories of last night came flooding in and I realized I had fallen asleep on the chair I had sat on while annoyed that Claire had not come home and all my efforts to find her after realizing Nick was dead went down the drain. I tried to get up but my knees felt like jelly. I also had a splitting headache and it felt like my head was going to explode. My vision was a bit blurry too. I was having a terrible hangover. I sat back in the chair and ran my palm across my forehead for a while before I attempted to stand up again. I succeeded after a third attempt and for some reason, I poured some of the remaining liquor in the bottle on the table into a tumbler and downed it in one gulp. My face t

Then; "don't drink alone my son come over...or better still hold on my driver will come and pick you" :::::::::::: I woke up the next morning with the worst case of hangover I ever had in my life. All my few visits to the chief in the past had always ended in the parlour. So I was surprised to find myself in a very comfortable room, spacious and richly furnished. The headache was blinding and my head was pounding. I got out of the bed and washed my face which did little to help. I stepped out of the room admiring the wall paper as I headed downstairs. I was halfway down the stairs when it occurred to me that the Chief's house had no stairs...it was a bungalow. So where was I? I tried to reme

He sauntered in with a shit-eating grin on his face while I was dying here. “The hangover’s f*cking killing me. Do you have a pill or something?” I groaned as I staggered towards the washroom to throw up. I was too f*cked up to go home now and face Sydney. Maybe I would go home after getting my act together. “Yeah, I’ll get something for ya. Be right back!” He disappeared, closing the door after him. I trudged back to the bed after emptying the contents of my stomach in the toilet bowl. I was totally drained: physically and mentally.

She already had Liam to worry about and he was about all she could cope with, as long as he stayed locked in his office and didn’t speak to her or even look at her. She thanked the barista before taking a cautious sip of the strong, sweet coffee. It was hot, but she didn’t care, she needed to get it in her as quickly as possible if she had any hope of combatting the hangover she was currently suffering. The pain in her head was almost bad enough to let her forget about the mess of the last couple of days. Unfortunately, the paps still parked out the front of her apartment building were an all too real reminder of the traitor Darius’ betrayal. That betrayal set off the domino effect that culm

she said shaking her until she opened her eyes, determined to stop her from sinking into the bottom of another bottle. Clary glared right back when she blinked up at her standing over her, right up until she saw what was in her hand. She practically snatched the glass and downed it in one disgusting gulp. Her hangover potion was the most disgusting tasting concoction that existed, but it worked instantly. She sat up when the pounding in her head faded to nothing and the rolling of her stomach settled. Just in time for the previous night's events to start rolling behind her eyes like a bad movie.

My voice trailed before I could complete my sentence and everything went blank. ~•~ The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar bedroom. As I tried to get up, the throbbing pain in my head made me fall back to the bed. It took me a second to realize I was having a serious hangover. I knew that I had a lot to drink the previous night, but I had no idea where I was. I couldn’t even get out of bed because of the intense pain I was feeling. Before I could even do anything else, the door swung open. My eyes were glued to the door as I waited to see who would walk inside the room.

VENUS I woke up wrapped in a blanket that wasn’t mine, sunlight cutting across the living room in lazy golden lines. My head was splitting, my throat dry like I’d swallowed cotton. So this is what a hangover feels like. Cute. I dragged myself upright and blinked against the blur. That’s when I saw it; a glass of water, two pills, and a sticky note perched beside them like a smirking little dare. Drink me. Even in ink, his arrogance bled through. Of course it did. But I drank because if I didn’t, my brain would’ve started leaking out of my ears.

Robert said gently, but his words irritated me. “Please, can we just go?” I snapped, already exhausted from being near him. He drove, speaking words I couldn’t comprehend. I was intoxicated... I felt a throbbing pain in my head as I woke. The hangover was brutal—how could so much pain follow a moment of pleasure? My head spun as I tried to get out of bed, and I didn’t even realize when I screamed. Robert burst into the room with a drink in his hand. I had already collapsed back on the bed, unable to get up.

She wonder where he could have gone off to at such hour. Some how she still felt greatful that that he had not been home before her. She went straight to her room and because of the effect of the drinks she had, and her tiredness. She immediately falls into a deep slumber. Mary woke up the next morning with a terrible headache which was as a result of the hangover. She managed drag herself to the kitchen to get herself some warm water to help with her hang over. She did not realize she had up to that amount of drink to cause such terrible hang over.

He needs them. All night was spent in a room filled with dancing lights and loud, explicit music. Scents of sex, liquors and perfumes reek around. Allen couldn't careless as girls latched on him like leeches. He drowned himself in liquors, dirty kisses and wild light until he lose consciousness. The next morning, he woke up with a crucial headache. He found himself lay on white soft sheets and realized he was in his own room. Unable to sit down that the hangover caused, he just lay there, staring into thin air.