Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

The said Uncle appeared from behind and held out his arm. “This is sad, isn’t it?” I asked as I hooked my arm with his. “Well, that depends on how you define what is sad.” “I know how.” I immediately reached for an opened bottle of champagne in the hands of a hotel worker who happened to be passing by and I took a large gulp, part of the liquid drizzling down to my chin. “Uh...” Uncle Steve is one person that isn’t used to seeing me disoriented. So his eyes wore slight confusion as to what his response could be. “I- I don’t think you should drink alcohol while pregnant.”

She was terrified when she saw several people watching her, especially they all looked like they were in a group of masher men. "Don't worry, I will protect you!" whispered Eric right in Reya's ear who felt goosebumps at this. Reya nodded her head, she didn't understand what the four of them would do in here. She thought he had just come to sit down to look at his three friends, but he was wrong, Lilo ordered several kinds of bottles of alcohol to decorate their empty table. Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, and Brandy, which of these four alcohols have fairly high alcohol content.

His face burned on my mind like an Oni mask. “L’alcool Cabaret,” he stated, “with Derick Brundon.” I raised my brow at him. I haven’t heard of that place. “It is a modern Speakeasy. L’alcool Cabaret is an underground club in the south that is rumored to sell illegal, banned, or deadly alcoholic drinks like the African moonshine Changaa,” Deo explained, “Rumors has it too that the place involved secret illegal drugs mixed into drinks. It’s a wild bar in short. For thrill seekers...”

Her eyes moved to the wall clock next to the lockers and she realised the bar would be opened any time now. Champagne arranged her clothes and hair. One more time she made sure that her face wasn't stained with tears. Finally Champagne walked out after keeping away her clothes, she walked towards the bar and that's how time flew. The bar got crowded, the music at first was so loud then it became relaxing afterwards, and Champagne lost count of drinks. Since Sam was paying who was she to refuse, she kept drinking as if there's no tomorrow for her until him. Nikolai Vlayes didn't expect for a drunk girl to capture his attention tonight.

“What the hell are you talking about?” With the glass in hand, he attempts to take a few steps forward, but his balance falters, causing him to swirl clumsily on his way. His unsteady gait becomes apparent to those around him, drawing attention to his inebriated state. The alcohol's influence intensifies, heightening the disorientation Jay experiences. His vision blurs, making it difficult for him to focus on his surroundings. The once lavish bar loses its luster, appearing distorted and hazy through the lens of his intoxicated perception.

Even weirder, I still see a slight resemblance. “But it’s just red wine,” he shrugged in protest. I shook my head stubbornly, sticking to my point. “Alcohol is alcohol, whether it’s red, white, pink, purple, golden, or even whatever percentage. Alcohol is just alcohol.” Gently, I closed my eyes. Not to sleep but to expel that scene at the club from my mind and leave it behind. To lose myself a bit and just enjoy Bernard’s presence and the setting. My last sentence had shut him up for good because I didn’t hear him protest again.

He groaned as he threw the alcohol on the floor causing a loud noise. The bottle of alcohol shattered on the floor scattering its glasses. Liam's hand went up to his hair and pulled it hardly out of frustration and agony.

She walked to her wardrobe and picked a bottle of alcohol she had been saving. "Cheers to the failed elopement and shattered plans." She said opening the bottle, raising it up and gulping down the content, " To shattered dreams" she said, raising the bottle again gulping almost all the content down her throat , drinking to stupor. Already drunk, she fell asleep.

I wiped my lips and quickly placed my glass down, “This isn’t alcohol, it’s tea. Would you like me to get some for you?” “What?” Mr Alexavier furrowed his brow, “Are you sure that’s tea?” “Yes, Sir.” I nodded quickly, “I can’t drink alcohol because the effects would be really bad for me. However, I could drink three glasses and still be fine right now.” Mr Alexavier leaned towards me, glanced at my glass, and then snorted briefly, “That’s Long Island, Cassandra. That’s not tea; it’s a drink with a high alcohol content.” I blinked my eyes quickly.

The sky burned with the blood-red hue of a coming war. Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, the wind tangling through her silver-streaked hair, her gown billowing around her like smoke from a wildfire. Below her, the valley groaned with the restlessness of warriors preparing for what would be the final clash of bloodlines. The Trial of Flesh and Fire had left Kael marked in ways only she could understand. His back bore the emblem of the ancients now, the mark of the true Alpha. But it was her soul that was aflame.