Sober On A Drunk Planet Novels & Stories

“Ember. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t the father you deserved. I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from your mother, from Gale, from all of it.” He takes another step toward me, and this time I don’t back away. “I’m sober now,” he says, and there’s a desperate hope in his voice that makes my chest ache. “Two months. I know that doesn’t sound like much after everything, but it’s the longest I’ve gone without a drink since you were born. I go to meetings every day. I have a sponsor. I’m trying, Ember. I’m really trying to be better.” “Why now?” I ask. “Why after all these years?”

I mumbled, turning around to find the waiter. My eyes fell on Carter, and I felt relief wash over me. “Carter!” I called him. He looked at me immediately. “Another one.” I said, turning back to Andrew. “Yes, Alpha.” I heard Carter say. “Humans have it so easy, man.” I sighed. “I had to drink three fucking whiskey bottles just to get a little drunk, and I have to keep drinking just to stay drunk. If I were a human, I wouldn't need a fourth bottle.”

I don't own a cat, but it acts like I'm its missing human. " Is that a no to my request?" I queried with a straight face. " Child, go home and think about my offer." It places me in a difficult position. I can't do that to Roman. I wound up in a pub, taking my first pint of beer in over seven years. My husband, Sylvester, didn't fancy seeing me drink. It was an outright ban. Hash as it may sound, being sober has helped my parenting. But tonight, I need this environment to remind me of the ‘former me’ before all of these heartaches.

Sienna I lay flat on my back across the sofa, one arm draped over my forehead to block out the sharp glare of the overhead recessed lighting, while the other hand loosely dangled off the edge of the cushions. The smooth, cool glass of a heavy crystal tumbler was pressed against my palm, threatening to slip from my fingers every time my mind drifted. I was drunk. Drunk as fuck, honestly. The heavy, burning heat of whatever expensive amber liquid I had poured from the bar was currently sloshing around in my empty stomach, turning my thoughts into a thick, slow-moving fog.

- I asked, sounding like a slut, I never thought I would say this when I was sober and away from myself. "Not tonight. I don't want to get you drunk, I want to fuck you conscious." The night was perfect, Mauricio was great company. We drank until we had had enough, I felt my head spinning and I only know that I must have said a lot of shit, it's typical of when I get drunk. (...)

“River is a sweet young woman. You made a terrible mistake, but nothing a good talk and groveling would do the tricks.” I gulped another shot of whiskey. “I think it would not work. She told me repeatedly to stay away from her.” I rubbed my tired eyes. I was going to have an alcohol intoxication if I would keep drinking. I stopped drinking any kind of alcohol three years ago, and I might have shocked my system. I felt my world started spinning, and my gut was clenching.

he chuckled and I just shook my head thinking about their habit. "Drinks?" He asked while my eyes scanned the drinks placed on the table. It has been few years since I distance myself from all those drinks that make me drunk but tonight I just feel tempted to make myself drunk so I can forget all the negative feelings that eat me alive. "Make me drunk tonight," I said which make him gasped. "Woah, calm down friend. What happens after years of staying sober?" He looked at me surprised at my request. "My mind is kinda messed right now. I just want to clear everything out," I poured the beer in the empty glass and gulped it in one goal ignoring his gaze.

“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.”

-I took a deep breath and continued-: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave And I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely. -I looked at the mother-: Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore - now to the dad-: and daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor -then to the girls- : To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before. I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... Anymore. -my gaze for some reason looked for Connor, I felt my eyes filling with tears as well as the others-. I'm sorry to my futu

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .