Hangover Synopsis Novels & Stories

"Is there... any influence from the past incident?" A small hesitation appears on Fathia's lips, clear surprise in her eyes. Quickly, she averts her gaze from Jess. She doesn't want Jess to pick up on the effects from her past experiences. Indeed, the doctor once warned her that the blow to Fathia's head was quite strong. Although it didn't cause bleeding or major injuries, after she regained consciousness, she often experienced recurring headaches. Back then, the doctor's warning was merely a casual reminder to Fathia. She didn't anticipate experiencing it again lately.

Anson was hurled into mid-air, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before finally landing on the ground in a heap. A surge of excruciating pain shot through his entire body. He seemed to have broken a few of his ribs. "Anson, are you okay?" Ruth was utterly panicked by this. She and the rest of the Collins quickly helped Anson up. "All hail Mister Shear!" At the same time, a wave of cheers spread through the Shears as they congratulated Harvey on his victory. "How incredible!" "Harvey defeated Anson with just one punch. It seems that he has indeed attained the Initial Supreme State!"

I didn’t hear his words; I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with a head-splitting headache. I massaged my temples, hoping it would go away. I looked to my left and Primo wasn’t on the bed. I looked around the room but he wasn’t here. Just then, the door opened and Primo came in carrying a glass. “Hangover?” I nodded. He went to my side and gave me the glass. “What is this?” It was filled with an orange-colored liquid. I took a whiff and it smelled disgusting. “That’s for your hangover. Don’t mind the taste.” I sighed. I put the glass on my lip and I drank it all at once. I put the glass on the nightstand. “That was disgusting.” He chuckled. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

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.

Giving up on blocking out the alarm clock she pulled herself out of bed and turned it off. Her head was throbbing. God, how much wine did I drink last night? Judging by the scale of her hangover - too much. Flashes of the previous night came to her. Roth had been so handsome and charming and her fear was becoming a reality, she was falling for him. And that kiss! Oh-My-God! If he hadn't stepped back from her and ended the kiss she would have been more than eager to spend the night serving her new boss in whatever way he wanted.

But tonight, drunk and exhausted and heartbroken, I made a decision. I was going home. ----- The hangover was exactly as bad as predicted. I woke up with my head pounding, my mouth tasting like something had died in it, and my body aching like I’d been hit by a truck. Jennifer appeared with water, aspirin, and toast, bless her. “You look terrible,” she said cheerfully. “Feel terrible.” I swallowed the aspirin gratefully. “Thanks for letting me crash here.” “Anytime.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Cameron texted to check on you. Said you had an interesting conversation about wolves?”

She brought her gaze down to check for any abnormalities with her clothes. Pulling the duvet off from her body, she was speechless to find herself dressed in an oversized polo. Luckily, her panties were still on. “Good morning single lady..” Olivia tried to argue back but gasped softly feeling the throbbing pain kicking at the back of her head. Everything from the previous day started flooding right back in. “Hangover I presume.. good thing I'm considerate enough..” The young man stood up from the couch and walked to the table where a glass of water and small container filled with small white pills sat on. “You passed out last night and I brought you home..”

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ The next day, I woke up with a hangover. I looked to my side and found no one there. My eyes unintentionally drifted to the clock on the drawer —12: 09 am. "Holy shit!" I quickly sat up from the bed, holding my head and then my phone rang. "How are you feeling?" There was a long pause. "I’m fine, just had a slight headache.” "I know, I instructed Betty to prepare a hangover soup for you, I will let them know you’re awake so you can have some."

’ 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.

Dylan caught her and helped her up. He drove her home to their mansion. They went into her room and as soon as she felt the soft mattress, she can't help but close her eyes. She's really sleepy that she can't open her eyes anymore, so she fell asleep immediately. *** Maezhei woke up holding back an excruciating headache. She forces herself to sit, "So, this is what they call hangover? Gosh, I feel like my head's going to split!"