Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 14 "Are you sure you are really cool with that? I mean, you could barely handle alcohol." Amelia spoke worried on seeing Alyssa handling her fourth bottle. Alyssa who's head had fallen to the table finally rised back up to look at her friend. She laughed tipsily and drank up another cup. "Don't be silly Amy. It's just whiskey." She dragged her words. "Yeah! A Highly toxified one." Amelia raised a brow. "Huh?" Alyssa squicked shrinking her eyes at the bottle.

” He let out proudly, receiving cheers and applause from the other Alphas. He brought out some very good bottles of wine, trying to act like a good host, pretending as if everything is okay. I could tell that the lines are not ordinary, and I wonder why he is trying to get us distracted and drunk. Or maybe he forgets the fact that I am a lycan, I can smell the strong chemicals in the wine and when I tasted it, I knew immediately that these are not ordinary wines. They are those wines that are specially brewed for werewolves and lycans. We can’t get drunk easily, ordinary wines and other alcoholic beverages cannot get us drunk. Except it is brewed specially for that purpose.

I took a seat on the bed, straightening out my dress ready to listen to Baron's sermon. “Then what is it, Baron? Let me know exactly what you are trying to say?” He swallowed and pointed to the label. “Look closely. I am sure you recognize this wine. It's my favorite, Zenda. This Zenda wine, according to its label, contains only 2% alcohol. You know what that means. It has little alcohol content which makes it impossible for anyone who drinks it to feel intoxicated. You also know this is my favorite wine and you can tell that from the moment you knew me until now, I’ve always loved it. I take it always, dinner , breakfast, or lunch. You’ve seen me drink an entire bottle before, right in fro

Content Advisory: Graphic depictions of violence, psychological trauma, and unhealthy coping mechanisms that may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ⊰ Marcel ⊱ I sit on the sofa, the room spinning around me, the crystal glass clutched in my hand, the rich amber liquid sloshing against the sides as I bring it to my lips. The alcohol burns as it slides down my throat, but it’s a welcome pain, a distraction from the all-consuming torment that threatens to tear me apart.

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.