The Hangover Phil Novels & Stories

Anson was hurled into mid-air, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before finally landing on the ground in a heap. A surge of excruciating pain shot through his entire body. He seemed to have broken a few of his ribs. "Anson, are you okay?" Ruth was utterly panicked by this. She and the rest of the Collins quickly helped Anson up. "All hail Mister Shear!" At the same time, a wave of cheers spread through the Shears as they congratulated Harvey on his victory. "How incredible!" "Harvey defeated Anson with just one punch. It seems that he has indeed attained the Initial Supreme State!"

Yes, he is indeed selfish because he wants the brunette to only smile at him and only him. When they were in Hawaii, Phil spent the whole afternoon looking for his wife and it really made him mad when he found him hanging out with a guy whom she just met that day. And that's why he couldn't prevent himself from hurting the brunette. But he was mad at himself for doing so. And if he could turn back time, he wouldn’t have done what he did because he knows that it traumatized his wife.

Otherwise she will be trying her best to trap next rich man by this time. I was angry but controlling it I went back to party and grabbed a chair in front of live bar. There were thousands of things running inside my mind and I felt like my head is breaking into two . " One whiskey " I ordered to bartender while rubbing my temples. Even after minutes I didn't get what I ordered I raised my head to look at the boy who stood there. He was checking something on his phone and that scene made my blood boiled from head to toe " What the hell? Do I asked you something ?" " Banging on the glass top I shouted at him. He quickly came to my side keeping his phone down.

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE FORTY FIVE THEME: Hangover LOS ANGELES ARTHUR YOUNG APARTMENT Arthur Young opened his eyes to the dimly lit room, although it was daytime but the thick drapes wasn’t opened yet. The aching in his skull ebbs and it flowed like a cold tide yet the pain was there. Arthur was feeling like he got hit by a bus. The hangover felt like the blackest clouds was over his head with no intention of clearing.

Hard. He really doesn't remember anything after dancing with Cecil. On the way to the hospital, I stop for gas and cheap gas station coffee that taste like complete garbage. Sebastian doesn't mind it much, but I throw out my cup after one sip. I buy Sebastian a few bottles of water and a box of ibuprofen to soothe his hangover. I also buy him a pair of sunglasses and a banana. "Why is there a banana and sunglasses in there?" he asks.

He groaned in pain and frustrations swearing to himself that he'll never drink beer again. “Good morning” He greet Yulix and Hailey as he saw them on the stairs they both greet him back and they all go downstairs together. They went to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast and searched for something to drink and relieve the pain. Hailey drank some milk from the fridge since she was totally fine and nothing is aching with her and Yulix but —fuck why is he the only one with a goddamn hangover? He was first to back out but last to recover damn that was fucking unfair!

I didn’t hear his words; I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with a head-splitting headache. I massaged my temples, hoping it would go away. I looked to my left and Primo wasn’t on the bed. I looked around the room but he wasn’t here. Just then, the door opened and Primo came in carrying a glass. “Hangover?” I nodded. He went to my side and gave me the glass. “What is this?” It was filled with an orange-colored liquid. I took a whiff and it smelled disgusting. “That’s for your hangover. Don’t mind the taste.” I sighed. I put the glass on my lip and I drank it all at once. I put the glass on the nightstand. “That was disgusting.” He chuckled. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

Dan woke up just before dawn with a splitting headache. He felt sick and again vowed never to drink again. As usual he couldn’t remember everything that had happened the day before, but he remembered enough to know he had behaved badly. Seeing the bruise on Adele’s face confirmed it. Feeling sick and ashamed of himself, he quietly climbed out of bed and dragged himself downstairs to make something that would help with the hangover.

Not the real me. “Something says me he’s not going to make it through the first three shots, let alone the twenty-one he wants to do,” Phil laughs, wiping up a spilled drink from the wooden surface of the bar. “People still try that?” I ask. Phil nods. “They do. We’d cut them off before they get close, but I’ve never seen anyone get past four shots in a row like that.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t pretty.” I wrinkle my nose. “I actually never thought about that before. You probably have your fair share of vomit to clean up.”

The tentacles were getting closer as Phil was paralyzed on the ground. Phil tried to crawl away but a tentacle, unfortunately, grabbed hold of his right ankle. The tentacle proceeded to hang Phil up to the air. Phil felt his blood pool on his head as he was hung upside down. The other tentacles proceeded to bind Phil tightly. Phil tried to close his eyes as the pressure of the squeezing almost made him faint. He heard his bones creak as he slowly suffocates; Phil screamed but only for a moment for, unfortunately, another tentacle made its way inside his mouth essentially gaging Phil.