Spider-man Drunk Novels & Stories

ANDREA CLUNG TO THE slightly-fuzzy feeling clouding her brain. If she were to admit she was merely exhausted instead of drunk, she'd lose her nerve. So long as she could blame these moments on alcohol, she could power through. Once they'd devoured the pizza and breadsticks, she hadn't wanted to leave. Or maybe Zain hadn't wanted to let her go. Either way, they lay in the dark watching Captain America, but she could barely focus on the much-loved movie because of the man next to her.

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

He stumbled on a boy who was so drunk and worn out. "Hey boss.. " The boy said, staggering on the stairs " What is this spider? I was thinking of sending you to the safehouse and here you're looking so wasted, get the fuck out!" He yelled " I'm Sorry boss, but come off it, We won it big today, we need to celebrate," Spider said as he let out a chuckle "I'll celebrate after all work is done, " he said, trying to walk away "How about we hit campus tomorrow and get some chicks for a steamy night tomorrow?" Spider asked

I called out his name again but paused in mid when I spotted his silhouette sitting on the carpeted floor,backing a sofa,his legs sprawled on the floor,two empty bottles lying beside him and another in his limp hand. He had been drinking here for a long time and it wasn't a good sign. I gathered all my leftover courage and slowly approached him.He would never harm me but a drunken mafia man,pissed off by god knows what reason is a deadly combination and I do not want to pull the trigger first. "Stefano I have been looking for you."I slouched down before him,whose eyes were zeroed on his lap,his upper body naked giving him the perfect look of a sexy god,sweat beads glistening on his skin.I gu

I’m then handed a glass of Moscato by Spin, and Jonny takes the glass and sniffs it before handing it back to me. “Don’t worry, that’ll just put her to sleep”, Spin jokes. Neither Jonny nor I find it funny, since the last time I got drunk I tried to kill Spin, literally! Oddly enough, I do feel sluggish after dinner, and I’m carried off to bed by Spin in my half-asleep state.

"I have no clue what you're talking about. All I know is he hit me, and he's no good." Ariana sighed. "Let me get you some first aid." … Later that night, Jacob, who Spencer had called over again, spoke with concern, "Could you stop drinking, please?" Spencer sat slumped on the couch with his eyes closed. "I'm not drinking. I just need to know—do you think I still have a chance?"

After showing him around, the gangster sat with him and said, "Let's have a bottle of beer." "Oh no, I'm not in the mood," Ian replied. "What does that mean?" the gangster asked. "Well, my baby mama will throw a fit if I go home drunk." "Oh, I see. The person I want to introduce you to is yet to arrive." After a while, a man wearing black goggles eventually arrived and sat at the table with them. "This is Spider," the gangster said to Ian, "and he understands the business very well." Turning to the man he said, "he wants to meet Helium.

Spider also did the same and the two headed into the coffee shop. It was noisy when they got in as there were a lot of people and Spider became alert. “Go have a seat, let me go to the counter,” she said to him and stretched out her hand. Spider dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out five hundred dollars and gave it to Kiandra. “Thank you,” Kiandra smiled at him and she went to wait in line at the counter. He proceeded to go sit down but his phone rang and when he looked down, he saw that it was from Lucas. He immediately answered it but the noise from the shop didn’t allow him to hear what Lucas was saying and so, he had to step out.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

"Bianca, are you a monster? I was the one who got pranked by drinking piss at our wedding, yet you want me to apologize to the culprit?" A hint of shiftiness flashed across Bianca's gaze, but the very next second, Xander clutched his forehead and fell into her arms, saying feebly, "I feel really dizzy! Am I going to die? Bianca, I feel really terrible! I think my depression is flaring up again!" He trembled and looked at Bianca helplessly.