Love And Tequila Make Her Crazy Novels & Stories

She was standing on her balcony while resting her arms on its railing. "Nah, don't you say that, Fatima. It's stupidity, I supposed. Stupid love makes him go wild like that," Lowell replied, walking to stand up beside Fatima. "A love he shouldn't even have in the first place?" Fatima laughed. "To protect Faye, he became obsessed with everything about his own daughter's business. Lowell, he's creepy." "Yeah, but how do you say he's flying into a rage because of his daughter?" "Who do you think you married? Have you forgotten? I could locate every single werewolf in a blink of an eye. And he went where Faye sneaked in— to the bar, near the Balkans."

She’s hopeful that she finds THE ONE. The colorful lights and loud music bouncing all over the room had her swaying her body as she stepped in. Sweaty bodies and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the whole atmosphere. She walked to the bartender to request her regular shots of tequila. It’s her favorite. It sets her in the right mood for the night.

Truly, rum makes you a complete scoundrel, whiskey cheers you up and tequila makes you crazy. "Are you sure you can----" "Relax, Mr. handsome, I'm not drunk!" I wiggled my eyebrows. "Not yet!" and I giggled again. "I have a question and I want you to answer me with your honest opinion." He looked at me, confused while pouring another shot in my glass. "What if you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love? What will you do? Will you stop even when you know you can't and you will only hurt yourself, or will you continue to love him even when you know he can't love you back no matter what you do?"

L poured her a can of cold coke and she blinked at him, surprised. "You have work tomorrow, don't you?" He asked. She gaped at him, unsure if she should be grateful or annoyed. She did come here to get off some steam, didn't she? "I want a shot of tequila," she murmured and he stared at her for a moment. Then he smiled. "Have you ever tasted alcohol before, Harper?" She fisted her hands, refusing to look him in the eye. A fond smile tugged at his lips. "Tequila it is then."

She fumed slowly with anger and she gulped the remaining tequila in the cup at a go . 'If he admires me then he should just get the fvck here and tell me his heart, gosh! How I hate weirdos' Logan watched as Celine sipped from her tequila. He has been staring for so long that he can't remember. He would admit, he got attracted to this beauty on first encounter. Maybe this is what they call 'love at first sight', tsk. He had a bottle of vodka before him out of which he gulped heavily occasionally.

Her reflection glared back: tousled hair, bite-reddened lips, eyes blazing. “You’re better than this, Lola. Think. Plan. And escape.” But her traitorous gaze dropped to the love bite blooming on her collarbone. Ramón’s mouth had been there, hot and tempting, while his hands… “Dios, I need a drink,” she groaned, reaching for the Volcan brand tequila bottle Eliza had gifted her as a reminder of her home. She took a swig, the burn that came with it sharp and clarifying. _____

She leaned in and gently traced my neck with her soft tongue, sending another shiver through me, sparking sensations that seemed to pulse through my whole body, especially my heart and my already rock hard member. She drank the shot, then cupped my face with her hands. With a soft movement, she bit down on the lemon, her lips brushing mine in the process. She pulled back slightly, a teasing wink in her eyes, leaving me breathless. I.Am.Whipped. Can I bend her here on the bar and have my way with her? Please? Pretty please? “And that’s how you drink… Tequila!” She sang the last word with a playful tone, looking at the bartender. He chuckled softly.

She must have seen the scowl on my face and decided to hold her laughter in, but I could still see she was giggling. By the time she finally got ahold of herself I was walking down the stairs to get me a drink. I fucking need a few shots of tequila to calm down the raging desire burning inside me. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and drank straight from the bottle. I gulped down at least half the bottle before Sara grabbed it out of my hand. “Calm the fuck down, just go wake him. I’m sure he will still want to fuck you with or without the aphrodisiac in his system”, she took a drink from the bottle and then closed it.

After a few minutes, she pulled over, hot tears blurring her vision. Upset, she let out a frustrated cry and broke down into tears, her shoulders trembling under the weight of her grief. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Why did you show up in the first place?! I thought I was finally going to move on, but you just had to go ahead and ruin it! I hate you! I hate you so much, Jensen and I hope you burn in hell!" She cried, knowing that her statement was a lie. She couldn't hate Jensen and she was afraid that she wasn't just fond of him.

All she could do was drink in place of an apology. "You offended Mr. Elkin. How can one glass be enough? If you're really sincere about apologizing, you should finish the whole bottle." Before Tyrone could say anything, the woman beside him spoke up. She handed Heather a bottle of Ley .925 tequila. It was known for being potent! Heather knew the woman was probably under the impression there was something between her and Tyrone, seeing as she'd asked him for help. The woman probably thought of Heather as her competitor and was picking on her.