Unscramble Alcohol Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Lorraine took off her sweater, revealing only a cautious long-sleeved shirt underneath. She thought for a moment and replied, "I may have tried too many medicines with my grandfather when I was young, which caused me to develop antibodies to alcohol. To go a bit deeper, when alcohol enters my body, it is quickly broken down and diluted, so it doesn't have time to have any effect on my central nervous system. So naturally, I don't get drunk, and I don't vomit either because the diluted alcohol doesn't have a strong taste, and I don't feel anything."

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.

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.

, 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.