Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

The smell of alcohol was strong. "Yes," Lucas replied.

I ask, “What’s alcohol?” That was the first time I have heard of it. There weren’t any saloons at Cinco. Was alcohol some sort of fancy water that came only from Verdant? Lake crosses their arm over their chest and smiles at me mischievously. “Alcohol's jus' some'hin tha' would make you chuffed. Don'' wawry no'hin bad would 'appen.” Nodding, I open the velvet pouch, “How much would this be?”

Alessandro grabbed glass cups and placed them down then poured alcohol into the glass cups. He pushed a glass towards me and I lifted it to my lips and took a sip of the alcohol and recognized the flavor as Jack Daniels. "Jack Daniel." I said making him nod with a smirk on his face. "Are you sure you're not an alcoholic?" Alessandro said jokingly making me roll my eye's in jokingly way. "Fratello, just because I know my alcohol doesn't make me an alcoholic." I said making him laugh then he shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure it does, Tesoro." He said making me laugh and then shake my head.

Cody offers to get some ice for the drinks. Andre connects his phone to the speakers and plays music from his playlist. "To make this a not so boring night –" Cody and Sam groan. "We're going to get drunk. How is this night going to be a boring one?" "You just listen. The unlabelled bottle contains a very strong liquor. Stronger than the other two that Andre's was holding. So we'll be taking two additional shots of it to the drinks we'll take. So there are options. Either the alcohol or the champagne."

It killed me to see that all of this just rolled off his back. I held onto my chest, feeling my heart slamming against it. It seemed like it was going to crack open. Just as I was about to scream, I noticed a nearby cabinet that had several bottles of liquor in it. I had never had alcohol before but now was as good a time as any. I whipped open cabinet doors and grabbed a bottle of scotch. I held it in front of me, the golden viscous liquid sloshing around in the clear bottle. I twisted off the cap and gulped some down. With each swallow, I thought about being unwanted and without a family.

I quickly grab a coat to run outside when suddenly, the door breaks open. From where I stood, I could smell the stench of alcohol all over the room, it's so strong that I'm feeling tipsy and I didn't even drink. He's drowned himself in alcohol, he obviously has a death wish. A drunk Jasper staggers into the room with a bottle of alcohol. I made to grab it from his hands and read, "Spirytus Vodka. 96% volume. My word! this is insane." What the hell was he thinking getting that much alcohol. "Jasper, what are you doing." I put the bottle away and lend him a shoulder.

“It’s sort of rule number one of pregnancy – do not drink.” “I am aware,” he turned the wine bottle to reveal the label. “This wine has been de-alcoholised. It is a little sweet for my palate, however I thought that we could drink this together whilst the Triquetra mark each other.” He sat on the armchair and drew her down onto his lap.

He said the shop serves delicious soup and a variety of dishes but he did not only ordered those, but he also ordered wine and satay and other side dishes. "You still want to drink alcohol?!” She reprimanded him in a low voice. "Wine is not that much alcoholic drink.” "As long as the word alcohol is there……it is alcoholic.” "Long Island Iced Tea has the word tea…….but it is not a tea.” "Leave Long Island Iced Tea out of this! Now we’re talking about wine! It is an alcoholic drink!” Arya said fiercely. "Alright, it’s an alcoholic drink.” Jack leaned back on the chair and said. "But, I still want to drink.”

The air reeked of foul, stale liquor, every breath thick with the stench of alcohol and smoke, as though every molecule in the room told the story of his inner torment. Suddenly, with a deafening crash, the silence was shattered. Alexander's face was contorted in rage, his eyes bloodshot as he hurled a bottle of alcohol at the wall. The glass shattered instantly, sharp shards flying through the air, glittering coldly in the darkness. Without hesitation, he grabbed another bottle of brandy, unscrewed the cap with savage force, and tilted it back, drinking deeply. The liquor spilled down his chin, soaking his collar, but he was oblivious. He kept swallowing, mechanically, desperately trying to