Intoxicated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Bash gulped that down in one go and indulged himself with it. Suddenly, Bash felt dizzy and excused himself to wash his face in the toilet. He only had a few glasses of alcohol, but why was he feeling this way? Still, without anyone's assistance, he made his way toward what looked like a suite or something, so he entered, hoping there wouldn't be anyone there assaulting the bed. How he wished Madeline was with him. If she had stayed by his side, she would have given him medicine she always kept in her purse, fearing someone would spike their drink someday.

Scarlett hummed and turned around towards the nerds. Sighing, I tore my gaze away, not being able to stand the intensity of his. Getting up, I threw away the unused tin and the biscuits in the dustbin and strided out towards the back side of the school. Lighting up the joint within my fingers, I inhaled the toxic fumes. It left me intoxicated and drunk. The feeling of euphoria washed over me as I inhaled it once again. One of the best things about it---is that, it can drown the pain you’re in.

"Okay, but be back on time.” I stumbled through crowds, elbows jabbing, music pounding temples, drink surging dizziness, legs buckling. Hallway blurred, exit door beckoning, cool air rushing as I burst outside, gasping, shadows swallowing. An arm snaked around, rag clamping nose, chemical fumes choking, burning lungs. I clawed, kicking wildly, muffled cries lost in the night, body sagging as laced drink and chloroform merged, darkness pulling. Sebastian—his name screamed silent before void claimed me.

“I'm confused. I thought ... I thought you died. Where am I?” “You drank too much.” She smiled. Her smile. The one that made everything make sense. “Just relax and wait for me.” I tried to hold onto the wrongness. Tried to keep some fragment of myself above the surface, treading the warm, narcotic water that was slowly filling my lungs. But the toxin was strong, the magic behind it ancient, and my body had been fighting it for hours without rest. My eyes drifted shut.

A DROP OF BLOOD 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..." Katherine's Pov I round the counter, amidst Ramon telling me to get him another shot. The bar was filled with people and I snorted, glaring at Ramon who walked to the counter and sat on a chair. "You're acting bitchy tonight, what's up?" He asked, cocking a brow.

Her heart broke at every single move he made. "I won't like alcohol or drugs taking my place to make u intoxicated" she snatched the bottle of rum from his hand, she expected him to be angry but he just gave her defeated look. The look she never wished to see on his face, he was the Manik Malhotra who was meant for winning. "I want toxic, which will numb my senses to an extent where I won't feel anything ..... And u r the very origin of all my feelings" he layed on the cold floor and spread his body just beside the stifled lamps. His eyes were distinct and blank.

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

I down the entire glass in one go and toss it towards the room's enormous door, which conceals all four cells. "Let me out, you bastard!" I yell. I begin coughing and hunching over as my stomach cramps and every muscle in my body begins to burn as if on fire, and I immediately realise Trent poisoned my water with something poisonous. The room rapidly spins and I sense myself falling into a black pit of darkness as I fight to breathe. >>>

Chapter 1: The Night's Embrace pieces—shattered hopes scattered like glass. Every day felt like a balancing act on the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could send her tumbling down into the abyss. The dim neon lights of *The Velvet Throne* flickered as she pushed open the club's heavy doors. The night was just beginning, but the air was already thick with tension—heavy with perfume, cigarette smoke, and the muted beat of bass-heavy music. The stench of liquor and sweat clung to her skin as she slipped behind the bar, wiping her palms on her worn apron. Another night, another round of faces she didn’t want to remember.

He instructed his man and Axel wasted no time in drugging me and carrying me out of the office to whatsoever he is carrying me to. But I lost my conscious. I blacked out. All I know is that I don't want to be here, I pray the deal goes well. * How do you like this chapter? If you are reading and enjoying the story, please vote and comment and let the story be interactive.