Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

“Ugh! Definitely a bad idea when you had a long ass drive too. Gosh!” Meagia had arrived at the hotel and went right towards Cinhard’s room to surprise him. Before she could meet her friends and the bride downstairs for drinks. At the bar she was offered a drink by her step sister which was spiked secretly and was served cleverly. Everything replayed in her head with a blurry vision but she could potentially remember what might have happened.

Jerry, Robert’s and Mabel’s brother was maneuvering an obviously heavily inebriated Rain into one of their sofas. “Mama!” Robert shouted. “Loverboy is here!” Antonia came down the stairs in a not so graceful gait and fell to her knees beside Rain’s drunk body. “Oh my Balong!”she purred, smoothing Rain’s thick hair. “What have you done to yourself?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Jerry sneered. He is drunk, even too drunk to recognize me when he let fly a fist at the folk house. “ I wish I had seen that,” teased Robert. “Did he manage to get you?”

“Never knew you still had the habit of collecting artifacts.“ I said, slightly impressed by his collection as he led us down the hall, through a rusted door that opened into a smaller, cleaner room—clearly still in use. He waved the side couch signifying for me to have a seat. Miro walked toward a small shelf, pulled out a bottle of dark liquor, and poured two glasses. One he handed to me. I took it, but didn’t drink. “So, fratello,” he said, voice low, “tell me what kind of fucked-up mess has dragged you here after all these years. And don’t lie. I’ll know.” I looked at the glass in my hand. The whiskey swirled slowly, its amber color catching the light. I sighed.

“But I still love her because she is my only sibling." “How nice of you." I blushed and ducked my head to hide my face. “Please refill our glasses," I said to the bartender. Another information I had learnt about our young master Mitch was that he was a terrible drunk. I had already seen him down two glasses of the strong liquor, he was almost there.

“So Miss Luna, do you live here? How do you know Sir?” Luna glanced at me before answering him. “We met at a mutual friend's wedding. And I used to live here. It's my last week.” Curiosity itched me like a damn bug. There has to be something wrong with me. I was never this restless. Has someone spiked my drink at the restaurant?

Checking the surveillance footage, I discovered what had happened. When Brooke failed to win my forgiveness, Jensen snapped. He grabbed her by the hair and slapped her hard across the face. With her body bloated and her looks fading late into pregnancy, his rage escalated from blows to outright violence. He didn’t stop until she collapsed, bleeding heavily on the ground. Only then did Jensen come to his senses, panicking and fleeing in a blind rush.

"He holds your picture every night when he drinks, and he calls out your name when he's drunk. The house is cold, and the servants are too afraid to speak." "Millie's gone, the house is so empty, and Luca is scared." "Christine, please... fix it." More and more people around us were starting to stare. There was a time when a single one of Luca's tears would have kept me up all night. A time I would have done anything to make him happy. Because I had promised my sister I would take care of this family for her. But now, it was too late. Nothing could be undone. They didn't miss me. They missed the tireless, uncomplaining servant who never fought back.

"I am dead serious. She is a total bitch. She spent most of her life pretending I didn't exist unless she needed someone to mock. Trust me, I am not offended." The tension breaks. Brendan looks relieved, and my laughter draws Mia over. She is carrying a cup that smells like citrus and rubbing alcohol. It is a sharp, stinging scent that makes my nose itch. She catches me looking and winks. "Special house punch. It has a kick. Want some?" I remember Karlos’s warning about the drinks here. "I'll pass for now, but thanks." "We were just talking about Jimena," Brendan says, still looking a little shaken.

“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.