Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

I want to get drunk but I am stuck with this stupid pineapple juice! I snorted bitterly. I looked at the bottle of three vodkas. Two are lying down while the other is still standing and only half full. I took my glass before pouring some with it. I took a picture of the bottle while my glass was in my hand. Drunk in Love. I captioned it on my I*******m story. I browsed on my feeds and I stumbled upon my twin sister's i*******m post. It was posted an hour ago. The first photo was her hands...

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Vivi grumbled. We laughed at how serious she sounded. Roxanne nodded.”Thanks, girls. I’m grateful, you girls accepted me into your circle.” Her eyes shone with tears. “You are most welcome. We girls need to stick together.” I smiled. “We’ve got you, girl.” Val uttered. “Cheers to love and big dicks!” Vivi raised a glass. “Cheerssss!!” we shouted raising our glasses, before downing our drinks. I gulped mine at one go. Even the chill drink couldn’t soothe the burning inside me.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

Drake suddenly spoke while holding a bucket of chicken. "Come on, man. Alpha wouldn't kill us because Lilith is the one who wants it to be done. And probably, they are already having fun," Victus commented with a smile on his lips while watching Denver singing at the karaoke. Until then, Tio noticed that Victus and Drake weren't drinking. So, he decided to approach them while holding two bottles of martini. "Come on, fellas, let's get drunk," Tio exclaimed as he slammed the two bottles at the table in front of them.

Vanya said firmly. Vean sneered. His hand reached out to grab his own beer bottle. "Don't bother lecturing me. I need some refreshment right now. This is the only way to prevent my brain from exploding," Vean laughed loudly. "It's better if we leave this place." In order to stop Vean from getting too drunk, Vanya immediately dragged her twin brother out of the club. Of course, after she disposed of Vean's beer bottle in the trash. Grumbling, Vean followed Vanya out of the club. His steps were a bit unsteady due to the effects of alcohol. Just as they reached the parking area, a call was directed at Vean.

As I passed through the crowd, my hate for Venturi only grew, shoving down the nervousness that was creeping up, along with the fear- an emotion I hadn’t felt or had the need to feel in a very long time. Gritting my teeth, I placed glass down onto a table I had passed by. From the rushing off my feet, and the fast movement of my hand, it toppled over under the influence of gravity, spilling the remainder of my drink. Even though I had heard the glass clanking against the table and the champagne rushing out, damping the soft cloth that covered the table, I had not cared, for the words he spoke swirled in my head, pushing the words out of my lips, “Is it the Venturi?” I asked, keeping my voice

Draven made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the rows of bottles lined up behind the counter as he took his seat with a sigh. "A bottle of Vodka," he said as he handed the woman money. The bartender, a petite woman with a look of surprise etched on her face, hesitated for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to fetch the bottle. She returned with the Vodka and a single glass, setting them down in front of Draven with a nervous smile. Draven's gaze flicked to the bottle, his eyes lingering on the label before he poured himself a generous shot. The glass clinked against the counter as he raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the amber liquid within.

vanished into thin air. I dropped to my knees, frustrated. Tears streamed down my face like a flood. I wept into the palm of my hand, feeling guilty and sorry for myself. The rogue lycans scattered. The vampires withdrew. They scattered like rats, unwilling to lose the war as they were already seeing the outcome. I could hear loud cheers from where I was. That was the sound of victory, coming from the Duskborn blood. I managed to get on my feet, and walk out to where I could see them.