Intoxicated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Fuck, it’s dug in my head like a tic, and hasn’t come out since. It’s as rash as it is stupid, and I really need something, anything to take me off the release I need and the control I crave more than my next fucking breath. Chapter 1.19 A Cookie? Xoxo Nyx

Chapter 5: What Have I Done? ~Sara Pov~ The resort hallway swayed in front of me like I was walking through a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. My feet dragged against the tiled floor as I clutched the wall for support. The alcohol buzzed in my veins, loud and relentless, muting every other sound around me. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even remember how I got here. My room was somewhere in this hallway, but all the numbers looked the same.

“And I’m a Beta’s daughter. I can handle it. Just pour.” He nodded and slid the glass over. I downed it in one swallow, the burn tearing down my throat, dulling the ache in my chest. “Another.” Ten shots later, the world tilted and spun, but I welcomed the numbness. That was when a man took the stool beside me. Even through my blurred vision, I felt his presence. Heavy. Dark. Predatory. I turned to him, pointing a shaky finger at his chest. “Tell me...” I slurred. “Is there something wrong with me? Am I really that unlovable that everyone in this pack treats me like garbage?”

“Take the bottle with you, Vad. You’ve had your fun, now leave.” He reached for the bottle with a raised brow, and I turned away, feeling my limbs growing heavy, almost sluggish. The room seemed to shift, a creeping dizziness sweeping over me. I took a step, then staggered, grasping at the table to steady myself as my vision blurred. “Oh dear,” he murmured, moving closer, his voice far too calm. “Are you all right?” “You…” My voice was thick, words slurring as I struggled to speak. “Fuck. You… poisoned me.” “My pleasure.” I felt his hand on my shoulder, and then the world went dark.

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

I chuckled hearing this. "I'll do my best." He gave me one last look before leaving. I entered my room once I could no longer see him. I took a seat on my bed as I pushed down the feelings that our conversations led me to believe. - End Of Chapter 9: Alcohol & Poison -

********** CHAPTER THREE. ********** BRINLEY. The smell of burned flesh and blood flooded my nostrils, my guts churned, and the bile rose in my throat, threatening to escape. However, more hands grabbed me and threw me on what felt like a metal table. Something cold brushed against my arm, and I squirmed. "508, I am going to inject you with morphine. So you won't be in so much pain," I opened my mouth to protest when someone jabbed a needle in my arm. Instead, my legs began to feel like jello, and my arms grew weak.

” I squint my eyes, a hiccup emitting at the end of my question. I think I need to get the hell out of this place. I drank much more than I should have. My belly is churning, giving a stringent warning to more alcohol. I begin pulling myself up at an intoxicated, swaggerific pace, but I am pinned down before I even make it to my feet. The heck! The moron leans in, burning my face with his intoxicated eyes. They have nothing special in them, or maybe the betrayal that I just suffered has turned me into a cold fish.

“Fuck you, Jax. Fuck you and your white knight bullshit.” I ended up back at my place without really deciding to go there. The door banged open and I kicked it shut behind me. The room felt too quiet after the car music, so I grabbed a bottle of whatever cheap shit was on the counter and took a long swig straight from it. It burned going down and I welcomed it. Burned almost as much as my face.

I drank straight from the bottle, the burn sliding down my throat and spreading fire through my veins. One long pull after another until the room tilted and the edges of my vision softened. Ava didn’t come home that night. The hours stretched into silence, the city lights outside the window blurring into streaks of gold and red. I passed out on the floor sometime after midnight, the necklace still clutched loosely in my fist.