Intoxicated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The scorching sun of Los Angeles penetrate right into the room of a young girl through the little openings in the window. Vivian rolled over her small sized bed for the umpteenth time, she was so exhausted cause of yesterday's event and all she needed now was to sleep on her soft bed and don't give a damn about the world but not until something hit the back of her head

The pieces clatter to the ground as I push the door open and step into the dimly lit bar. I grab every bottle of booze in sight, chugging them one after another, the burning taste of alcohol scorching my throat. I stumble to the bathroom every so often, my head spinning and my body feeling light as a feather. The alcohol rushes through my veins, numbing the pain and stirring the darkness within. As I stare at my reflection in the bottle, I know one thing for sure: the world is about to get a whole lot darker.

Chapter 2 The sleek black Mercedes drove through the neon-lit streets of Miami, the hum of the engine the only sound in the thick, suffocating silence. I sat pressed against the door, my fingers digging into the cold leather, my head pounding in time with the beats still echoing in my skull from the club. The alcohol moved in my stomach, but the real sickness was the ache in my chest, the one that had nothing to do with vodka and everything to do with the man beside me.

Chapter 75 Masked Intentions Tiffany stumbled into her apartment just as dawn began to light the horizon. Her heels clattered against the wooden floor as she tossed her purse onto the couch, muttering incoherently. Her head spun, her dress clung to her like a second skin, and her mascara had smudged, creating faint streaks under her eyes. “This…this is exactly what I wanted,” she slurred, collapsing onto her bed in a heap. The plush mattress embraced her, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep almost instantly, her intoxicated state rendering her oblivious to the chaos that awaited her.

Content Warning:This chapter has a suicide attempt scene, which may be distressing for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted individual or professional support for help. Remember, you are not alone. **Raisel – POV** I woke up with a pounding headache, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows. Alaric was busy adjusting the drapes, flooding the room with blinding light. “Morning, Raisins,” he greeted me.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 43: Everything was destined. . Two days after the first seizure, Althea learns that not being able to sleep even when exhausted is much better than having to run to the toilet every three minutes to vomit. She hasn’t eaten anything in days, as it only results in her puking it anyways. She is already used to not having any food but she isn’t sure she can be so happy about not being able to keep any liquids down either.

I nod and she gives me a gentle squeeze on my shoulder to comfort me and slowly she walks away, mingling with the crowd, occasionally shooting glances my way. Tilting the tumbler, I place between my lips, letting the bitter sensation roll down my throat. It burns, it burns so bad— but I need it. Right now, I don't want to be sane. I don't want to see this bitter world that surrounds me, this deafening silence that seems to choke me. As the liquid comes to a stop, I tap the tumbler against the counter, swiping the alcohol off my lips. “ Again.” He doesn't object.

*Content warning* This chapter contains sensitive content (abuse/assault) that some may find triggering or upsetting. It's not graphic, but I advise you to skip this chapter or read it at your own risk. I stare out of the window at the gradually dimming sky. The sound of the rain hitting the window and the distant rumble of the thunder was soothing. It gave me something else to focus on, other than the ache in my body, my wrists' stinging, and the crippling fear that had my heart racing a mile a minute. I didn’t think I would see daylight ever again. The scary part is that I was okay with that. In fact, I was welcoming it. I gave up fighting after the third time. I begged them every hour to

My vision became blurred as I hit the ground. **************** { A/N: The second half of this chapter contains a scene that some might find disturbing. You can skip to the next chapter, it would still make sense. I wouldn't want to trigger anything with my semi-gory content} The stench of alcohol and cigarettes dragged me out of my forced slumber. I tried to open my eyes, forcefully blinking but I couldn't. I tried to scream but I couldn't even speak. What the hell happened? My hands were tied behind my back and trying to wiggle out caused more harm than good as Detention...... The park... Silence.... Those men. Realization dawned on me and I cursed inwardly. They sedated me! I have to get o