Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, as I turned on the car’s ignition, “But I’m leaving. I’m going to a bar. There’s one around the corner.” I couldn’t survive the night sober. I needed to drink to numb away the pain. . “Text me the address. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Mia said. The bar was dimly lit and soft music played in the background. I slid onto one of the stools by the counter and gestured for the bartender to come closer. “What can I get you?” he asked. “Something strong please,” I told him, “So strong that I will not remember my name after taking it.”

replied Juan, “But honestly, seeing you attack me with Krav Maga moves and acting like a gangster with amnesia, somehow it was adorable.” “By the way, since when did you become so good at fighting? I'm really curious,” Maia could only scream into the pillow, remembering her bad habits when drunk. In her past life, her drunkenness had even burned down a large bar and made her a fugitive from the police for a year. However, Maia was grateful that she was drunk with Ruby's weak body. It made her less overpowering, which could have hurt everyone in this house, especially Juan, who was facing her.

“I’m not a bartender bitch.” “Prick!” I yelled after him. A laugh came from behind me. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” I turned around, and my face lit up when I saw Roman. “Roman!” He walked around to the other side of the counter and popped open a can. “Beer.” I frowned, pushing it away. “What? No. I want the real stuff.” “Most of the liquor in here is spiked, Jenna.” “Spiked or not, I want it.”

Mira laughed, her blue eyes watering. "I hate tequila," I agreed, dropping the dry lime in the bowl and reaching for my beer. "Same, but it gets the job done," Mira said. Mira and I both tilted our beers to our lips and took a long pull of it. Mira slid off her bar stool and pointed at me. "Be right back, I have to pee." I nodded at her and turned my attention to the other group of grads in the high scale bar where we were celebrating.

I respond, making a face. "You've never been drunk?" Rogan asks, finally joining us. He drops down in front of us, "Aren't you supposed to be a rebel?" "The prophecy lies. I’m very lame,” I admit, “I’ve only been actually drunk once and it didn’t end well, I made a mess. My mate was pissed.” “Boooring,” my brother drags, like he’s disappointed in me, “My sister cannot be this boring.” “I got knocked up at nineteen and then thrown into the void to survive all by myself. I never got the chance to do fun stuff.”

Me- “Fuck it. We’re on our way” Becca turns into a wild banshee depending on what she’s drinking and it’s not pretty. By the sounds of it- it looks like a bourbon night. Double shit. Can I handle her when I myself am slightly drunk? If I want to help my soon to be brother in law I will have to.

She looked genuinely excited. Completely unaware that the two boys sitting in front of her hated each other’s existence. “Ryan, this is Miles.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. “My son.” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me My mother then turned toward me. “Miles, this is Ryan.” She smiled. “Your new stepbrother.” I felt like I was about to faint. My ears started ringing. The room suddenly felt too warm. My new step brother? Ryan? What sort of joke is this,

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

their father study room Mike saw Erica weeping in one corner by resting her back on pillar, seeing her broken self Mike immediately walked to her and comforted her in his embrace “I.. i am sorry Mike , i co.. Could not gained the strength to k.. kil him” Erica whimper on Mike shoulder as he rubbed her back, they both stayed there for couple of minutes when suddenly they heard a loud noise which came from Pratab Bora’s study room, hearing which Erica and Mike quickly pulled away and noticed that Meenakshi is not with them because of which they both immediate made their run towards Pratab Bora study room where their eyes went wide to see an unexpected scene playing in front of their eyes, Pra

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.