Hangover Synopsis Novels & Stories

Linda narrowed her eyes at Honey and said, “You better hope that’s all! I am not sure what Adrian will do if he finds out that you gave her alcohol and she is now having a bad hangover!” Honey smirked in mind! ‘Hangover? The hangover is just not only for Emily, from the hallucinogens! Even Adrian will get a hangover when he will see what his dearest Mily was doing behind his back!’ But she never said that out loud!

" I didn’t argue. I went to my room, closed the door behind me, and collapsed onto the bed, fully dressed. The quilt was cool on my overheated skin, my head was beginning to throb already. As I stared up at the ceiling, the night at Z-Fire replayed itself, from the lights to the drinks to the stranger with electric eyes, and for the first time, it felt exhausting rather than thrilling. Deep down, I knew Alister was correct. _____________ When I woke up, the hangover hit me hard. My mouth felt like sandpaper, my temples pulsed, and my stomach rolled when I shifted. I groaned and reached for my phone, half expecting to be disappointed.

Pulling her against me as I kissed her back, letting myself get lost, just for one stolen moment, in the taste of her lips and the warmth of her body against mine. OPHELIA COLE As I pushed myself out of bed, I tried to piece together the events of last night. It was difficult, everything felt fuzzy, blurred at the edges. My head throbbed violently, pulling a groan from my lips. A hangover… perfect. Exactly what I deserved. I dragged myself into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth, tried to look and feel like a human being again. Then I headed to the kitchen for water,something, anything, to sober me up.

CLARISSA’S POV. The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understand at once why they call it a hangover. From the pounding head, vomit taste in my mouth and dehydrated feeling I feel, I figured I must have been drinking heavily last night. My throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt to move. It was like the flu only self-inflicted, Maybe I could sleep it off. Thinking that I curled under the duvet and closed my eyes.

" Shit! " He woke up with his head throbbing in pain. How many bottles of liqour he consumed last night? He slowly got up from the bed and lean against the headboard of the bed. He massage his forehead. " Damn hangover! " He lost count of how many glasses he finished. He was just so broken last night that he didn't know how to handle it. He was so wasted. And his head got even hotter when he saw Arlene waiting at his doorstep. How did she find him? He warned his friends not to tell anyone where he was because he's currently in a mission. How can he possibly do his plan if there's a bitch who follows him here? He knew Arlene as an annoying witch. She did nothing but take advantage of his weal

Iris hugged Clara, gentler this time to assure her and thank her for being there and being so strong. With that, the girls joined Lily for another round of drinks and then Sussane to dance the night away and forget Y's inflicted pain, Gideon's betrayal, and the ever-present feeling of doom around the final war! The next morning, or more like the next afternoon, all the men, including Dom, and all the ladies, including Iris, had a massive hangover. They didn't even know beings with such a fast metabolism could even have a hangover, but they did. The headaches were killer and the nausea was overwhelming, but no one regretted the night for even a second.

Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old Tomasso winced and groaned as he slowly tried to open his eyes, only to be met with the agonizingly bright white light. He had no recollection of what had occurred the night before, all he remembered was a fleeting moment of pleasure with a beautiful woman he had met at the bar. He had a throbbing headache, and as it dawned on him that he had a major hangover, he was wishing he was back in the comfort of his own bed.

Dan woke up with a hangover that threatened to kill him. He tried to open his eyes but the sunlight coming in hurt so badly that he gave up. He hadn’t eaten much last night and had been drinking all evening until late into the night. He remembered being on the sofa thinking of all the past hurt Craig had caused him. Then after that nothing. He couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten to bed. He really had to get this under control. He tried to open his eyes again but couldn’t.

she said shaking him until he opened his eyes, determined to stop him from sinking into the bottom of another bottle. Allen glared right back when he blinked up at her standing over him, right up until he saw what was in her hand. He 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. He sat up when the pounding in his head faded to nothing and the rolling of his stomach settled. Just in time for the previous night's events to start rolling behind his eyes like a bad movie.

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.”