Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

“I believe I came home straight.” “You believed?” Micah scoffed, inching closer to me. “You did not, as a matter of fact; you were so drunk out of your mind and entirely wasted that I had to get you home.” He snapped, and my brow knitted together, the information strange and barely bringing any recognition. “Can you imagine the embarrassment of seeing the supposed Luna of the pack completely drunk and acting like a child?” “What?” My voice echoed throughout the room. “You must be mistaken; I did nothing of the sort. I…” My voice trailed again, unable to find authenticity in my claim, not when I couldn’t remember half of the event.

Amber shout at Mia due to the loud music. "It's the weekend bitch." Mia said happily. "What's happening over there?" Amber points at a crowdy place where adults drink alcohol in one gulp and others beside them clap and chant giving them morale. "Can you withstand the spirit of alcohol?" Mia asked with a loud voice. "Yes, of course." Amber said impatiently and when she realizes, it was already too late as Mia pulled her through the crowd. "What about our drinks?" Amber asks frantically having the fear that the bar man might be annoyed.

The man I want to surrender my life to has left me for someone else. The next moment, I heard the sound of someone walking into the house. My sister, Mia, her scent was scattered around the house. Anger bubbled in me and I dropped the bottle of liquor. She hadn't been home since she stole my man from me. Funny enough, it had been a whole month since my life was ruined by her.

I scoff, " Have you forgotten I'm also a Mafia boss, and most men don't stick around after finding out I can shoot better than them and be able to beat a grown-ass man to a pulp.” “I swear, Mia," Mimi drawled, swirling the last of her margarita in its glass, “ if I don't get laid soon, I might actually combust. Like poof__fireowrks, everywhere. You'll have to sweep up my ashes. I snorted, bending over towards the other side of the table and picking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. I pour one for me and her, passing it to her and sitting back down. “Pretty sure no one signed up for a cleaning duty."

But it was vodka. - Oh, no... - Missy laughed, hiding her face in her hands while a fit of laughter completely dominated her. - I think I must have broken the record for how much alcohol a person can ingest in less than fifteen minutes. - He continued, laughing as much as she - And, with that horrible burning sensation in my mouth, I didn't even realize that I had gotten completely drunk for the first time in my life. When the feeling of being on fire finally passed, I was completely disoriented. And, as if it wasn't enough that I was close to falling down drunk during my sister's biggest birthday party, it crossed my brilliantly drunk mind that something was wrong with me and I should ask m

Ashley's pussy was a tight fit and despite her inexperience, he could feel her inner flesh squeezing his cock and milking his shaft. Laura took a sip of her Mai Tai. She turned the page of her book, using a reading light to read, unaware that her husband was fucking her baby sister nearby. The alcohol mixed with the hot weather was already taking a toll. Laura could feel the rum take effect on her, working it's magic. Her legs felt funny and her eyes were starting to feel heavy.

The thought was intolerable. I reached for the crystal decanter on the sideboard, pouring a generous measure of bourbon into a tumbler. The alcohol burned a familiar path down my throat, but brought none of its usual clarity. Instead, it summoned memories I'd fought to suppress. Mia in that hospital basement, allowing me to feel our sons move beneath her skin. The precious moment of connection before she pulled away again. The hope I'd foolishly allowed myself to feel. Mia's face, illuminated by the streetlight in that alley as I grabbed her, forced my lips against hers in a moment of drunken desperation I couldn't take back. The disgust and disappointment in her eyes as she pushed me away.

She is completely inebriated. "I'm going back to the hacienda, jerk; I'm not coming back here to Manila. I wish to live a tranquil life, but you have messed up not just my life but also my emotions!" When someone is inebriated, you can truly understand how they feel. The woman keeps speaking without halting. Phantom only stared at her, his eyes wide with nervousness, as she began to talk. The man's fist was clenched. He knows what the woman was thinking, and he's worried he'll never see Savannah again. He's scared that all he did was hug and then let go of his Savvy baby.

Mia turned to him. " I want to use the restroom", she said and stood up. She is drunk. She did not have any tolerance for alcohol. She usually doesn't come to places like this but she came today because Adam asked her to come. She walked out of the private room staggering. She found her way to the restroom down the hall.