Sober On A Drunk Planet Novels & Stories

My grip on the glass firm and tight, I took a long gulp of the golden liquid. Yes. I take alcohol. And I fucking smoke. Judge me if you want to but I don't give a fuck. And I don't want anyone to come at me with the, “Oh the council said…” Fuck the council. Fuck the rules and regulations binding the Luna position. Fuck everything and everyone. I laughed. Do you think I would have been sane without these? Without all this, would I be sane? Coping with Riven’s mood swings and the load of perfection that was expected of me?

I look to Jezebel with a question in my eyes: “what do I do?” Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears and gives me a slight shake of her head, saying ‘do nothing’ and ‘stay alive’. My soul burns with anger for my friend, hatred for her mother, and a hopelessness that I can’t change what is about to happen. “Let’s Begin”. Alpha Jameson steps forward to unite the two. “I, Alpha Jameson, hereby present these two to the Moon Goddess. This is a good pairing between an Alpha male and his soon-to-be Alpha Female. Alpha Hanson, do you take Sahanna as your partner? Do you promise to stand by her side and value her council from this day forward?” “I do.”

The laugh sounded hollow even to my ears. Alpha Sebastian's expression turned cold. The smile vanished completely. A peculiar light gleamed in his eyes as he spoke. "Alcohol isn't an excuse." "Really," I insisted, desperately searching for the right words. "When I drink, my vision gets terrible and my fingers completely lose control, like they're... like they're..." I fumbled for an appropriate comparison. "Like they're possessed!" Alpha Sebastian let out a derisive snort. "Keep making excuses." I fell silent, mortified.

Javier had had s*x with plenty of women, but a drunk one? There was no precedent. He had always believed that the best climaxes were reached only when people had s*x in sobriety. Of course, that was not his argument against scr*wing Sofia today. For her, the biggest objection was her state. She was a drunken, depressed mess, and he would not want to take advantage, gratify himself, and then leave her back where she was. Sofia might regret this once she was sober.

I could no longer smell my mate’s beautiful scent because he reeked of alcohol. “What do you want?” he questioned like I was some sort of pestering fly. “Drinking won't solve any of your problems.” “And you don't think I know that?” he retorted, taking a sip of his drink as he stood up from his seat. “Then stop drinking yourself to a stupor. Your people need an Alpha, not a drunkard.” He laughed. “I am their Alpha. I'm not just their Alpha, presently. Right now, I am just a man with so many problems and there is no single solution to any of them.”

One moment, they could be sitting around eating meat and drinking together, and the next, they might be crushed to death. The survivors left on Earth were like rats hiding in their holes just to stay alive. The moment they stuck their heads out, there was always a chance the sky itself would come crashing down like a giant hammer and smash them flat. After years of living under that kind of pressure, it was a miracle any of them were still sane. Sven was already frustrated himself, so he started drinking, too. Before long, his words began to slur. He hiccupped and stared ahead with a distant, melancholy look.

“Are you drunk?” “I had one drink. That’s hardly enough to get drunk.” “So… you’re sober?” I wanted to know if he was fully in control of his words and actions. “Dead sober,” “Good,” I lifted my chin. “That means you’ll remember this. We can go back to the way we’ve been these past few days. We don’t have to cross paths. We can exist peacefully and mom will never have to find out.”

“What? Like a drug addict?” “If I may speak candidly, Alpha, it’s no secret how much more you’ve been drinking for the past several months.” He pulls his mouth to the side as if he feels bad about having to tell me the information. “You need to… dry out… as they say, and when you’re ready, we have therapists you can speak with. We could also find you treatment off territory. There’s one other option, but you won’t like it.” “What’s the other option?” I retch again and set the bucket down, letting my elbows rest on my knees and watch my hands tremble.

I counter. “At least have a drink while you wait for whatever it is that you’re waiting for,” he responds. “It isn’t fun to be sober in a place like this.” A place like this. It was all but a sex club. Of course, being drunk or high was ideal, but for what I planned on doing, I needed to be completely sober. “I’m fine,” I huff, continuing to eye the dance floor until a man storms in and takes a seat beside me. “What’ll it be?” The bartender asks.

"You drank too much, we can't go there now." 'Wow, I didn't know my boss who looked like an ice cube all the time, he could even talk sweetly to a woman. God, thank you for letting me see such a day. I thought he would die single... ' "I'm not drunk." In a drunk tone of voice, Sienna cried out. She looked at him apologetically as she touched his face, she could barely stop her trembling hands. "I am sober, we can definitely... Go-go there, hehe."