The Hangover Phil Novels & Stories

He grumbled, even though, despite his half-drunk state, he recalled that she had done that earlier. At some point, during their chitchat and drinking, Kendi made a few phone calls. She stayed sober and only then did he notice he was doing much more of the drinking. She nursed one shot far longer than necessary while she continued to refill his glass. It didn't matter to Phil. She was right and he needed to numb the feeling of loss and disappointment that he felt. Time passed and at some point, Phil became completely drunk. The last thought he recalled entertaining was resolving to see Solana face to face. He must've passed out there at the bar because he didn't recall what happened after tha

Hailey remained immobile after hearing Ciara's last statement. Her confusion wasn't the least bit good in her especially with hungover state. She tried her best to avoid thinking too much and Instead, slowly got up and out of her bed all the while trying not to fall from her lack of stamina. Hailey only walked a few meters away from her bed straight to the table which held a glass of water and some ibuprofen for her hangover. Without a second thought, Hailey immediately downed the pill, forgetting the water for some seconds before finally washing the taste from her mouth.

HENRY'S POV I woke up with a throbbing headache, gosh why does my head hurts so much I turned around and saw xandra standing in front of the door "hey xandra, gosh am having headache" I said to her as she sigh "it's called a hangover OK, you have a f*cking hang over" she said angrily as she came in Why is she angry, what's wrong with her? What have I done wrong "xandra what's wrong? Is there a problem?" I asked her

Chapter Twenty-one The Hangover Olivia’s POV Opening my eyes one after the other, the early morning sun shone on my face, sending a sharp pang to my head. I closed my eyes again; my head ached intensely. I had been so drunk the day before, and as expected, I didn't remember everything that happened. I kept my eyes closed, lying still on the bed as I tried to piece together what might have occurred after my drinking binge the previous night. I wanted to recall all my actions after downing multiple cups of alcohol, but my mind remained blank; I couldn't remember anything.

The hangover was brutal. Every attempt to stand resulted in the world spinning around him. After several failed attempts, Sebastian's patience finally snapped. He smacked a hand against his forehead a few times before forcing himself upright again. Slowly, the dizziness eased. Reaching towards the bedside table, he switched on a few additional lamps, allowing the room to brighten gradually rather than all at once. Years of experience had taught him that sudden light only made a hangover worse. Back in his twenties, he'd spent enough mornings suffering through alcohol-induced misery to learn every survival trick available.

She glanced at her bedside clock as she rose groggily to her feet and was amazed to find that it was nearly midnight, but such was her exhaustion that it didn't even occur to her to wonder who was banging with such ferocity so late when she swung open the door. “The return of the prodigal… cat.” Brody was there, big and dark, and in his arms was a disheveled, thin but very much alive Felix. “He's been badly frightened, he's hungry, and I think he wants plenty of tender loving care, but other than that, I think he’s absolutely fine,” Brody said calmly as he deposited the meowing cat in her arms. 'And don't open the door at this time of night without enquiring who it is,” he added as he turned

When she woke up, Wendy's head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to split open. She wanted nothing more than to smash her head against the wall. The hangover was the most uncomfortable thing. She didn't know what was wrong with her last night. She had gone out to drink for Rex, regardless of the child in her belly. She went downstairs from her room and happened to see Clare walking out with a document. Rex looked over and asked, "Do you still remember to wake up?"

Vera's POV The sunlight found its way into my room, bathing my skin and hair, gold. Just as I rose from bed, a migraine struck me hard. “Ughh” I groaned and slapped my forehead as I gently placed my head back on my pillow. A hangover was something I had never experienced because I barely drank—but last night would be the last time I'd drink this much. I got out of bed to grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen, and as I passed by the pack's hall door. Phil's voice erupted, loud and angry. He seemed to be having a meeting.

Paul glanced at his phone and chuckled softly. The IT technician beside him looked puzzled, wondering what was so amusing. The sudden chuckle had startled him slightly. It was quite unsettling. Paul: "Alright. I'll do as you say." Miranda smiled. She then put down her phone and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. … Meanwhile, the throbbing headache from his hangover made Hansel wince in pain. He sat up and glanced outside the window; it was already dark. He realized he had slept the whole day.