Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

I was capable of answering for myself and my answers could even shut their shitty mouths. She didn't say anything further and I didn't want to try and fit with them anymore. I wasn't a good pretender and I was sure if I spend more time there, it wouldn't be pretty for any of us. I went toward the bar and took a juice. And stood there alone not sure what else to do. I wish I had some company here. My name sake company- Mia wasn't allowed to attend parties yet. She had to be eighteen first before she could attend mafia parties. The juice didn't seem to work fine so I took a vodka shot. Butter as shit but as it travelled through my throat the sensation made me want to try once again. Without co

At the end of the day, she is depending on alcohol to numb her mind and body. Today Nero and Chloe finally brought their baby home, who was in the hospital incubator because the baby is born prematurely. Mia was so excited to see the tiny little thing, that she wanted to kiss her soft cheeks. But when she raised her hand to touch the baby, she saw that her hands are bloody, exactly like when she killed those men in that basement. Mia recoiled with shock and ran away from there, leaving a worried Chloe and Nero behind. Mia lay down on the beach on her back. The waves are crashing near her feet. After she ran away from Nero's home, she drank alcohol to forget what happened. Everything is messi

“Like Charli? That’s a nickname.” “Yes,” I confirmed. “Now tell me more.” “Well, it’s kind of fuzzy, but I was in the bar. He came up and asked me a question about my sister. I kind of stuttered.” She leaned forward. “Well, because my sister is still in California.” Her giggle disappeared as she took another drink of orange juice. “This is the worse mimosa I’ve ever had.” “It’s because I told them, no champagne.” “What the hell? That means it’s just orange juice.”

“Why did she drink so much?” “Myka drank in my place. She wouldn’t be like this otherwise.” Sirius went over and dragged Myka to his car. “You love acting tough, you banshee! Your alcohol tolerance sucks, so why do you think that you’ll never get drunk?!” Myka’s eyes flew open. “Who are you calling a banshee?! You’re sh*t-talking me, you b*stard!” She staggered out of Sirius’s grasp and started punching him. “Are you just pretending to be drunk?!” Sirius blocked off Myka’s punches, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her to his car before shoving her inside. “Get in! You’re just a drunk banshee! I can totally take you on right now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding. This is Scottish distilled whiskey from the seventeenth century. 92% alcohol. One sip and you could light your breath on fire.” He rummaged through the crates, pulling out more bottles, his voice rising with each discovery. “This one’s Puerto Rican cane liquor—banned in half the U.S. This here? Jamaican rum that’ll knock your soul into next Tuesday. Mia, where did you find this stuff?” Mia didn’t answer him. Instead, her gaze swept the room, her eyes calculating, searching. She paused, her lips curling again, and then she nodded toward the circle forming in the lounge. “What game are you all playing?”

"I need a rare boneless ribeye and whatever my lady wants." We're back in our suite when I ask, "You don't drink?" "I can't. My nonhuman side can't tolerate drugs or alcohol." "Oh wow. I got sick once at lunch because of a glass of wine. Smoking weed, I spazzed out with my cousin and her friends. I guess I am cured because this wine isn't affecting me." "Did you see anything while you were high?" "Oh, my God! My cousin and her friends turned into demons." "Demons?"

I walked toward the mini bar at the far end of the room, lit up a cigarette, and drank bourbon wine directly from its bottle. I walked toward the window, took a long drag of the cigarette, and when I looked up, the full moon had risen. I finished the stick of cigarette and the entire bottle of wine. I just wanted to get drunk—just wanted to forget about the fact that my brother was chained in there, but no matter what, I couldn’t. I moved toward the bar to grab another set of wine and cigarette when a young guard ran into the room and told me that Lady Mara insisted on seeing the Alpha.

She had it custom made. “Brother, we are sorry for crashing your party, but you know me, I love to party, man, and I can’t miss this one.” My asshole friend said waving his still smoking gun making me laugh and accept his side hug, not caring that I was naked and we both were drenched in blood. I grinned at Caci and she tsked before throwing her now red hair back and she gave me a toothy grin. “I’m glad that I didn’t miss the sight of you finally losing your shit, my friend. It all happened because of our sweet little Misha. A woman finally drove Renzo mad.”

I end the kiss with a sensual lick across his lips and a sultry look, before letting him go and walking away from both of them. I walk back to Damon and my new found brothers. I love how easily he and his friends have accepted me into their group. The guys are as protective over me as they would for a little sister, despite the fact that I can probably hand them their *sses. As I am starting to sober up slightly, I grab Mike and Trevor and drag them towards the bar. I don’t want to be accused of being a c*ckblocker once again. Although I know Damon is just saying that to get me to have fun. I know he is secretly waiting on Nadia to arrive, ever since I told him she is coming. “What are we ha

until I thought about how he’d slept with another woman in the sex club he owned but didn’t think to tell me about. “You can't beat yourself up.” Mia seems unconvinced as she takes a deep drink of her spiced rum and soda. I had asked her to make me a drink, but she refused because of the medication. Apparently pain pills and alcohol aren't a good mix, so I'm going to have to wait till I'm off of the meds to have a drink. That's fine with me, the pain medication messes with my head and makes me feel woozy anyway. I imagine alcohol would only make things worse. I feel lucky that my best friend is watching out for me.