Novel & Cerita Mi Hermana Borracha

I’m too weak to move. I blinked and realized that the last thing I drank was the champagne my sister gave me. Fuck. The champagne, the unexplainable pounding in my head, the lock outside the door...my sister did this to me. Taking my mate away from me wasn’t enough for her. She was willing to kill me. This made me realize that perhaps being rejected is the lesser evil. Amber is the greater evil. “We’re a minute away from passing out,” Mira said to me, my wolf whimpering yet again.

Mike nodded as if trying to remember, but nothing was coming to mind. "I went to a frat party with Emma," Danni said, glancing over at the youngest sister who remained silent. "I got hit on a few times, and made out with this one guy when his friend, a red-headed guy that was very... stubborn, gave me a drink. I know I should have refused it, but I was pissed off at you. I was deliberately hiding from Emma, or I know she would have stopped me. There was something in the drink and I began to feel very strange. From what other's have told me, I was still conscious and walking around when the guy I made out with, the redhead, and someone else, helped me to a back room," Danni said, her voice be

_____ Mira’s POV Sierra. That evil hideous witch. That woman with a bright smile and a evil heart. She thinks she can get away after killing my sister—after causing my mother to die of heart attack from the death of my sister. She thinks she will know peace… Hell no. Peace is a luxury that she can’t afford even though it’s one cent.

I asked, trying to sound casual, “do you remember that summer when we were kids? When we went swimming at the private beach and I almost drowned?” She didn’t even blink. “Of course. Why?” “I remember someone pulling me out. And… there was blood. A deep cut on the leg. I thought it was you.” She smiled, stretched her leg beneath the table, her skin smooth and untouched. “All healed now,” she said lightly. “What? Feeling nostalgic?” But there were no scars. No sign of ever being wounded. A memory rushed back. Waking up on the beach, Elara hovering over me, soaked in blood. I’d assumed it was hers.

The next thing I saw was that we were back at the ranch, and we ended up in the helpers' hangout area near the horse stables, where we decided to have our drinking session. Only now did everything slowly sink in about what had happened between the Señorito and me at the park. I couldn't understand it, but I was extremely embarrassed by what I had done—slapping him. If only I could disappear into thin air, I would gladly turn into a papaya! I also worried that the Señorito might get drunk from the lambanog because it's quite potent. Even Tatay gets drunk from less than ten shots. What more the Señorito, who is trying lambanog for the first time?

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

“Oh, I'm Mizza's daughter, but she's been ruling it out since I started working in my profession. You...?” “Imagine, your profession is the least of my worries. Don't get me wrong.” She offered me a shot of tequila and I drank it. I felt my throat burn and my soul leave my body for a few seconds. “Damn, you want to see me drunk?” Mikhail's eyes shone in a unique way, he seemed overjoyed at what was happening.

"You fooled me with water? Are you scared that I can't pay for the alcohol? Let me tell you something, my husband is freaking rich! He could buy every bar in Rivera for me. Do you think he can't afford to pay for my drinks? Pour me a glass now!" The bartender had never seen someone so fond of alcohol before. The bartender knew she wasn't exactly drunk because she could still tell water from booze. But if she wasn't tipsy, she'd keep talking in circles and wouldn't spill where she lived. She'd boast whenever she had a chance. One minute, she'd claim her husband was super rich, with enough cars to fill a whole parking lot at home. She'd mention cruising around in a Cadillac or a fancy Rolls-Ro

MISSING HIM. Miriam was still sad due to what occurred between her and Ferd at the club. She was so frustrated that she had to finish a bottle of alcohol wine alone. Her eyes were shutting slowly, but she didn't mind. She was still sipping from the glass of wine. "Isn't it time you put yourself together and stop drinking yourself to stupor?" Ariana, her high time friend yelled at her. She stared at her with a narrowed eyes and let out a fucking smile. "What's that yell for? I chose to drink myself to stupor, so you have no right to stop me.".

I ran my hand subconsciously up and down one of her caramel colored legs and I could see that the loose T-shirt she had on left little to the imagination. "Who was that dead girl at your house?" I asked. She chuckled. "That bitch ... She is the sister of that Spaniard. You know, the ones who fuck each other. She said you killed her brother, and I pushed her out of the window." She shrugged her shoulders and continued smoking. I smirked. "Juan," I said, and she nodded and pointed to a bottle. I handed it to her and she removed the lid and took a long sip. I slipped off my sneakers, then I reached forward and took the bottle from Sienna, gulping a few mouthfuls as she talked.