Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

After she took a bath, she wrapped herself with her bathrobe, and drank alcohol on her bed. "Why did my favorite alcohol become tasteless?" She asked herself. The reason why her favorite sweet wine became tasteless, because she was focused on her problem and unstable emotions that she always kept in front of everyone. When Andrea had enough of alcohol, her eyelids become heavy. She felt like the wine was knocking her out. Andrea put the wine and her glass beside her table, and change her bathrobe with her pajamas before she slept. At that night, rumors about Andrea and Alpha Franklin dating to merge the two packs spread like a wildfire in the pack. It was Tasha's doing.

“Water.” Aaron smirked, pulling a flask from his saddle. He passed it over. Alaric uncapped it, sniffed, and raised a brow. “Wine?” “Alcohol is water,” Aaron quipped dryly, “until whenever.” Alaric huffed a laugh, taking a long swallow before handing it back. “Now that’s a prince. An alcoholic with problems alcohol can’t solve… but we drink anyway.” The two shared the f aintest of smiles, then turned their eyes forward again, toward Selvane, toward war.

I reached for the bottle of brandy, its amber liquid promising temporary respite from the turmoil within. The scent of the brandy filled the air as I poured myself a shot, the glass clinking against the countertop. I raised it to my lips, allowing the warmth to spread through me, momentarily numbing the ache in my heart. But no amount of alcohol could silence the nagging doubts that plagued me.

I swear I wanted to shove scissors into my ears ! " God, sometimes I wish you guys could walk a mile in a woman's body for you to understand the challenges we face every fucking day," She was livid, that was obviously. Which is the complete opposite of what she usually is whenever she has a flask full of booze. Alcohol brings out a different version of you after taking a few bottles in ; those who get increasingly quieter with each glass consumed, those who get louder after emptied a glass or two, those who get excessively emotional and sob, confessing their love for you ( Nico does that) , and those who get angry.

Then she grabbed the wine bottle, comsumed the whole thing, banged the empty bottle on the table, and glared at my uncle. My eyes widened as I stared at her and faintly smiled, admiring her impudence and carefree spirit. “Why are you so set on giving him alcohol?” She shouted, pointing her finger at him. A flash of annoyance crossed uncle Lex's face and his mouth set in a firm line as he threw me a hard look. “You have so many old scumbags sitting next to you! Why don’t you offer them some wine, instead of forcing Altas to get drunk!” Aria shouted, slamming her hand on the table.

When me and my Mum were finally ready for bed I climbed the stairs and fall into my old bed. I wake with the light shining on me from the morning sun. It my half tipsy state last night I forgot to close the curtains. I roll over, my stomach not feeling too good,must have been the wine. I have to run to the bathroom and throw up. I'm never drinking again. I'm such a lightweight for a wolf. I finally drag myself off the bathroom floor and clean my mouth out. I walk back into my bedroom and throw myself back onto the bed ready to curl up and go back to bed for the day. I look at my phone to see what time it is and see a missed message from Dax.

I know it from my own home. His parents have had to leave everything at a certain speed a few times when the witches got too close. I wonder if the same is true for Harold ? "Here, you have to try it”. Harold walks over to a bookcase and finds a questionable bottle. “And I will get two more cold beers to rinse after with”. I open the bottle and a smell of alcohol, lemon and something licorice-like burns in my nose. "Schnapps are like made with cumin, isn’t it ?"

I growled,I saw her step back in anxiety. “I was told to go get an alcoholic drink because I am the only person that could walk out and in the pack house without being questioned”. He coughed,this time there was no blood. I looked at Ella sharply. “I'm sorry…..I just missed….”. “What's the name of the alcohol?”. Arla had a favorite alcohol with a hundred percent tolerance,I just hope it isn't it, else….. “Everclear”. Everclear??. Arla’s favorite. I lunged at Ella who fell to knees immediately,with teary eyes.

Asena got the bottle and sat down with it, even so she still poured a glass full "I don't remember the last time I got drunk" Tala saw the smile on her face, she clearly had not a worry in the world, it must be nice to be high alpha. She looked down at the glass of whisky, Tala smelled everything, the alcohol, the barley, even the wood of the keg it matured in, panic stricken she grabbed the glass and downed the lot, but that made her cough violently.

Chelsea. Sometimes she didn't know whether to call Russell stupid or dumb. You can't drink it, then don't force yourself. You could’ve just spit the alcohol into the cup while drinking water, no one would notice. Don’t even know how to play it smart. Chelsea didn't know that Russell had never been forced to drink alcohol since he was young, so he didn't need to learn any techniques to avoid it. Chelsea was different, she and alcohol goes way back.