Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

She said, “Yeah? Keep telling yourself that. Let’s see who really becomes more successful; a guy who uses connections to get to the top or a man like Taylor, who actually uses his talent.” She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Luke fuming. *** Since it was Friday, Taylor’s team decided to have dinner at Titan’s Lounge after practice. They had food and drinks, and while Charlie wasn’t good at handling alcohol, she accepted a beer from Taylor to be a good sport. “Are you sure you drink?” Taylor asked. “Yeah, yeah. I drink a little,” Charlie said, smiling in her seat. “One or two is enough.” Sadly, after two bottles, Charlie was already feeling drunk. Her face was red, and she started

Taylor's breath hitched. Seeing her boyfriend on bed with her step sister had been so traumatic. She could not help but think of all the things she'd done for Wade. She poured herself another shot, another and another. Till she felt light headed. Dynamite's bar was celebrating their grand opening today, there would be enough to drink, to eat, and the music would be heard all over town. Taylor appreciated the drinking part, she was already on her tenth glass. She was ready to join the dance floor.

My drink goes down like water, forgotten in my hand. And then she does it. Licks her lips. I almost choke on the memory of those lips wrapped around my cock once, years ago, when she was mine in secret. When she shouldn’t have been. My chest tightens, blood rushing low, and for a second all I can think is fuck, I want her. I slowly adjust my cock for her to see. Then the DJ rips me out of it with Taylor Swift. She blinks, tears her eyes from mine, and bolts. Just… gone.

"Taylor has been under a lot of academic pressure lately, and her face started breaking out. I didn't allow her to eat sweets or spicy food during this time. "It's my fault for being too strict. She really wanted to drink a milkshake, so she secretly ordered one and hid in there to drink it." No one would have thought it would become such a situation. He sat on the ground with slightly red eyes and said, "I shouldn't have been so strict with her. Things wouldn't have turned out like this then." Taylor sneaked into the prop room to drink a milkshake? Hannah felt helpless for a moment. This was indeed something that Taylor would do.

She cleared the air “It’s probably the alcohol speaking” Drake insisted “I said I am not drunk, I am not stupid enough to get drunk. I only had one cup of whatever Stephanie gave me. If I get drunk, I will get in trouble with my parents” So why did she pretend to be drunk? “Why did you pretend to be drunk then?” Stephanie asked “I don’t know, it just happened” she got up from the table “Is everything ok?” Drake asked “Yes I want to go home.” She insisted

But the booming sound and rocking music gave us the desired energy to dance and Neeral and I jumped straight to the dance floor. Taylor called our drinks, and soon we found some more office friends there. “Chug! Chug!” the screams came to drink tequila shots in one go. It became a competition between Neeral, Taylor and me. I drank ten and Neeral twelve, and the winner was Taylor. “I am the winner,” he raised his arms as we were supposed to bow in front of him. “Come on, girls. Bow to your king.” Neeral and I went to the stage to shake our asses again. My head was dizzy enough from the drinks to ignore all my pain under my feet. There, Taylor and friends joined us. We were screaming and danci

Another guy had already pulled Taylor for a dance, so I just followed him to the bar. “I’m Moris. You look so beautiful,” the scrawny-looking guy said. I smiled back, “Thank you. I'm Elizabeth” He bought me a drink and we got talking, light-hearted conversations that were not very engaging but good enough to keep me occupied since Taylor was still busy with the guy on the dance floor. I scanned through the dance floor, and I couldn't even see her anymore. Probably mixed up in the crowd. By the time I had had three more shots, I was completely drunk. My words were slurred, and my sight was a bit blurry.

*Dangerously* nice. Meanwhile, across the room, Lana was leaning against the bar, talking to Taylor. She had already downed two glasses of whatever drink Taylor had handed her, but her mind wasn’t entirely in the conversation. Taylor was in the middle of a story, laughing as she recalled some guy’s failed attempt to flirt with her earlier in the night. Lana had been nodding along, pretending to listen, until Taylor suddenly paused. “Uh… wow,” Taylor muttered, taking a long sip from her drink.

Virgin Mary caged my rage or else I will kill somebody. "It seems you have been drinking again." "It's none of your business..." I staggered back, my legs feeling wobbly. "You know what happened the last time you were drunk.We had s*x Drake.That was the best night of my life." She smiled wickedly, looking at me like she was undressing me with her eyes. "You s*duced me!" I yelled and stumbled back.But luckily I didn't fall.I would never be drunk enough to be s*duced by her again.

I proudly stated. He eyed me suspiciously before rolling his eyes. "Where? Show me." he demanded, not looking at me. I mumbled a small 'okay' before I leaned down to my bag. I opened it and pulled out the CD. Proudly, I flashed him my evidence. "That's...." He wore a confused frown on his face as he looked at the CD. "...that's a CD of a Taylor Swift album, signed by Paul McCartney." I flashed him a wide grin as I gladly place the CD back inside my bag.