Unscramble Drinking Novels & Stories

“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.

Zack asked, "Doctor has warned me not to take anything alcohol" his mom replied, "But, this is not alcohol, this is natural wine fruits juice," Zack says, "the doctor warned me to stay away from any sugary drinks," his mom says, "Okay, let's enjoy our palm wine," Zack says, and 'Tara filled the two glass cup with the palm wine, and she gave Zack a glass cup of palm wine and they drank it, and his mother, "you can go home on time," his mom says,

she says before turning around and reaching into their fridge for a glass pitcher, “You wouldn’t happen to be allergic to mangoes, right?” I shake my head, “No, not at all. What have you got in there?” She grins as she pours my drink into a tall glass, “Mango and vodka. It’s super good.” “Oh wow, now I’m intrigued.” She passes one over to Jake, and another one for Sam. She clinks her glass against mine. I nod my head at her and meet her eyes, “Cheers, love.” “Cheers,” The taste is incredible. There’s a hint of lime, and then the sweetness of the mango along with the kick the alcohol always brings.

Whatever. I finally set aside my full glass of pale yellow disgustingness, almost clinging to Sashenka who had the good taste to be drinking a soda herself. At least, I thought it was soda. If she chose to add something to it, that was up to her. But witches were notorious for not being able to hold their liquor and since Uncle Frank had as yet to take me out into the middle of nowhere like he promised and get me drunk so I couldn't hurt anyone, just to see what happened, I wasn't risking it.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

Amara Cross POV I grabbed the big glass, picked up the bottle in front of me with a hand trembling from a mix of anger and excitement, and poured the golden liquid until it nearly spilled over. I slammed the bottle on the table with a sharp clang, then raised the glass and drained it in one gulp. I squeezed my eyes shut as a burning heat ripped down my throat and spread like wildfire across my chest. "Oh my God, Amara, who drinks whiskey from a glass this big?"

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ I have resorted to day drinking... Fuck, it's like I'm a fucking modern-day Romeo. Fuck this shit. No woman had me this fucked up in my entire fucking life. With the crystal tumbler resting in my hand, I swirled the amber liquid around, mesmerized by its alluring hue. Gradually bringing the glass closer, drinking the whole thing. This is fucking pathetic.

"Bring the drinks!" Chroma Hendrick took two shot glasses with measuring lines and explained the rules. "We will go with five-milliliter shots, one after another, and see who will be the first to get drunk." Alexander had gulped down half a bottle of liquor during the time Chroma Hendrick explained the rules, lamenting the need for rules in a drinking game. Soon, the contest began with both men drinking vodka, a potent beverage known for its high alcohol content. Despite Chroma Hendrick's initial enthusiasm, he quickly succumbed to the powerful liquor. Alexander remained composed and unaffected.

His own cum improved much oil than his spit. Dixon got on all fours in the water. Her tits hung down and swung, plunging her enlarged nipples all through the water. The person rode her, hunched down until his balls laid on her breathtaking round ass. Robert was siphoning his hips, driving his chicken into his hammering clench hand.

Grabbing three pills, I crush them up and dump them into the glass, stirring until every bit of the substance dissolves into the drink. I wipe my palms against my sweatpants, suddenly aware of how damp they are. You'd think I'd be used to the nerves that came with drugging my uncle by now I'm desperate to get this over with so that I can finally curl up in bed and forget about what an awful day I've had but a gasp rips from my lips when I turn and find my uncle standing directly behind me. Shit. His gaze drops to the glass in my hand, a sneer already forming at his lips “What did you add to my drink?”