The Hangover Phil Novels & Stories

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.

she added again still sleep talking Not knowing that she's saying all this Infront of him, "You do not care what your family says?"he asked her...feeling hopeful, because he's in his final emotional fight and his life kept on decreasing and decreasing and one more word from her He would let go all of his holding backs, and have her...even if it is only a secret "Yes" And with that final word, her eyes slowly fluttered as his lips landed on hers..... ___________ 'Ugh...Hangover sucked' She thought as she kept on feeling that aftereffects of last night, as she waited for a few moment until she regain her vision, yawning loudly as she looked around the room

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

After the wild party that ended with him sleeping with 2 unknown girls, he caught a big hangover and quickly left their house that was like, a few miles away from his house. So he decided to take the taxi. Unfortunately, he got a taxi driver who was too curious of his disheveled looks that the taxi driver didn't stop staring at him along the way. After reaching his house, feeling uncomfortable and with an intense headache, he opened his door but stopped abruptly, staring at the kitchen counter. There, a bowl of hangover soup was served on the counter and a medium pot of more hangover soup was placed on the kitchen stove. "Ah..." Rather than feeling afraid, he covered his mouth, trying to hid

Eden asked again and Malakai nodded. "Apparently his head is just as much of a mess as ours. He's hungover as hell and had no idea what he was doing, but I don't buy it." There was just something suspicious about the way Alec avoided certain questions. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I've had just as much of a shitty day." Eden recalled her thoughts and the text and it was all mixed up. "That doesn't make me feel better because I don't want you to be upset. Ever. Now tell me what happened." The two finally sat down, although Malakai was on the sofa and Eden was in his lap.

Vince chocked out again looking at the floor and with another waver of anger, Phil connected a blow to Vince face making the man to fall some feets way his back connecting with the floor with the sound of a cracking bone, the force of the blow resounding throughout the larger hallway that they were in. He stood up and went to Vince dragging him by his hair and pushing him at the position he was earlier making the other man to wince in pain but said nothing, Phil scouted down again "If you know you are going to die then why come?" he asked Vince "B...Because I had no other option" he stammered and Phil realized that it was true but it's too late.

Laura woke up at 11 AM with a terrible hangover caused by the amount of alcohol she drunk last night. She went to her wardrobe and reached out for one of the drawers where she kept her medicines. She got a glass of water from the kitchen and popped out two pills in her mouth, swallowing them down with water. When ever she had a hangover, she always regretted drinking too much but last night, she felt the need to do so. After waking up and feeling sober enough, the memories of happened between Frank and herself came to mind in details.

Jacob's point of view The hangover was consuming me, the headache was awesome, I had had too much to drink the night before, and my nerves were broken. I opened my eyes slowly and saw that Yenna was no longer by my side, I picked up my phone and realized the time. It was late, possibly she was already in her therapies. But suddenly the door to the room opened and he handed Yenna into the wheelchair, with my daughter on her lap. "Hello, honey, I'm glad you're better now, how's your hangover?"

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?"

"I guess when I get drunk, I don't remember much of what happened. Besides, this is only the second time I got drunk. The first one was at the bar where Mildy and I worked. We drank and then I got too drunk. And then the next day when I woke up, I had no recollection of what happened. I don't even know how Mildy and I got home safely." "Eat this hot soup and then take the paracetamol here to ease your hangover," Phil suddenly changed his mood. When I glanced at him, I saw that his face was frowning. "After you eat, get yourself ready. Grandpa is downstairs waiting for you to wake up."