Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

She looked on the try to see a bottle of SCOTCH WHISKY. “That is alcohol, right?” Loverina asked, pointing at the bottle. “Yes, Miss.” Loverina grabbed the bottle off the tray. “Thanks.”

, Darika spoke but her mind was flashing his manly sharped features in her head. "How could you know about alcohol but not about hangovers", Arthit chin up her face and made her look at him. "Oh there was no mention of the word 'HANGOVER', Darika pouted and breathed deeply to control butterflies from flying in her stomach. "Where did you read about alcohol?", Arthit asked as it Confused him "In Synonym words", Darika stated and rubbed her head. Arthit again stood speechless. Seeing Arthit's stunned face, Darika puffed her chest in pride and started explaining to him, "Like synonyms of alcohol are alcohol, wine, liquor, booze, liqueur, liquor, beer, cocktail, drink, intoxicant, etc.

The fear in my heart was gone and I felt more like myself around Lana and the girls. "What is it?" I asked as Ares shook his head, watching me intently. "The wine is alcoholic." He said and I frowned, hiccuping again as I smiled shyly. And Ares sighed. "It's obvious you can't handle your alcohol." He finished, looking away from me as he continued eating. "What does alcoholic mean?" I asked innocently.

And there it was, a bottle of wine, beckoning me with its promise of temporary oblivion. I knew deep down that alcohol didn't sit well with me, but in that moment, I needed it more than ever. I wanted to drown out the pain, to silence the thoughts that tormented me. So, without hesitation, I uncorked the bottle and took long, desperate gulps, savoring every drop as it burned its way down my throat.

Zack's mum asked, "Tomorrow morning" the doctor replied, "Thank you," Zack's mum says, "Does he take alcohol?" the doctor asked, "Yes, but I don't want him to take alcohol again" Zack's mum replied, "Your desires required him to take alcohol" the doctor replied, "at least, you want grandchildren," the doctor says "Okay, I got your message, don't worry, I will get his type of drink before he arrived," Zack's mum says, "that is good, I will take my leave," the doctor says and he left Zack's mum's house, and he returned to his hospital,

Her focus was retrained as his reflection past across the glass bottles, his image changing color with each bottle he reflected through. She straightened her spine as she stood to examine the bottles closer. She grabbed two glasses off the self to her right before turning her attention towards the alcohol bottles. Scotch, Grey Goose vodka, Tequila, even a bottle of what looked like Absinth. Runa was unsure of what was good so she thought to play it safe with a bottle of Jack Daniel's. She leaned down to look in Ciaran's mini fridge for a coke. She grabbed a can and noticed a keypad on the back of the fridge, her curiosity spiked though she closed the door and returned to the drinks she'd bee

I exclaimed with delight. "Thank you." "What did you put it?" I asked "I whipped up some drinks with a mix of ingredients, including ice, cilantro, and whatever leftover wine I found in the fridge." "Is that wine alcoholic?" I curiously asked. "Nah, it's Austin's, so I'm pretty sure it's non-alcoholic. He's been off alcohol for a while now." "Good for him," I said taking another sip of the drink. "What do you mean by that?" He asked with a bit of laughter in his voice

He kept his unblinking stare. Ana shot back. "Why're you drinking alcoholic drinks with alcoholic percentage lower than your age? Drink something like pure rum or brandy or vodka." "No thanks, I don't drink vodka. And I like cocktails." Albert emphasized, “And you, aren't you driving home?" She looks past her shoulder and shoots a daze towards his eyes accompanied by a side-smile that would drive anyone insane. "Not if you drive me."

She said, and then tries to take the bottle of alcohol from him. "No! Leave my alcohol alone. You.. you are free! to go to your boyfriend's house, and take.. take.. take.. his bottle of alcohol... away. But don't you... you... you.. dare, take mine away." He stuttered in his drunken state, his eyes glaring at her. Alicia shaked her head disgusted, by his attitude. How come she never knew her best friend, had this side of him. How come she had never seen this part of him.

"Molotovs." We get to work. It’s frantic, messy labor. I grab the bottles—vodka, whiskey, rum. Anything with a high alcohol content. Zara grabs the tablecloths—the pristine white linens Andreas laid out for his treason. Riiiip. The sound of tearing fabric cuts through the shouting. "Pour half out," I instruct, grabbing a bottle of 151 rum. "We need room for the gas expansion. Stuff the rag in tight." The smell of alcohol fumes fills the small space behind the bar, stinging my eyes. It mixes with the copper scent of blood and the dry dust of pulverized drywall.