Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

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.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ Riding the bicycle back to the farm late at night, with my eyes fuzzy was not a good idea. I had to paddle slowly. I’ve walked down the busy manhanttan streets while drunk off my ass before. I made it hope in under two hours from the club, and i only got hit on four times, and pepper sprayed two guys. I do not recommend going home by foot or alone when drunk, and i do not recommend riding a bicycle down a hiker trail in the middle of the night. It is unsafe. I have to keep my speed slow to avoid death.

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.

I was super sensitive and it felt like every touch, rub or voice heightened it to a point it was almost making me lose my mind. "Are you sure you are ok? You've been jumpy all morning" "I need a drink" I blurted out in frustration. "Ok I'll get you some water then, you look too hot, you're practically hyperventilating". "No! I need a real drink. Something that can knock me out and give me a bloody hangover" I got out and Gracie was only surprised for some seconds before she grinned lazily. "Wow, I have to say I wasn't expecting that, but ok then, let's go get drunk because this life's a bitch. We have one more hour to go though so let's not lose our job, ok"

I raise my index finger to indicate only one. " Why do you want to drink?" " It's Drake," she sighs. "Are you fighting?" " He broke my heart," she winces, her face falling. The waiter is back before I can ask more. He opens the wine bottle and pours a little into a glass. Vicky gulps it and nods at him. He pours it into two wine glasses, places the bottle on the table, and leaves. I take a sip and savor it in my mouth. It's not as sweet as I expected it to be.

Hah! Moreover, Victor is here with me, he will take good care of me if I get drunk. “So. Henry.” striking a stare at me in the corner of his eyes, Victor takes a sip of his martini cocktail, “Did you manage to grab Jamie Lee Peyton’s raysaber?” Along with a long sigh, I shake my head,“As luck would have it. I didn’t even manage to be close.” Victor pouts his red lips, “What a shame.” Yeah, what a shame, but…

This is the life that I have been living for the last two years. One word to describe my life right now: Damaged. Every single bottle of whatever that may keep me drunk, that crosses my eye, I down it without any hesitation. Gin, vodka, whiskey, rum, name them all. I started off with wine from my family's company but that didn't do it for me. Wine didn't make me feel drunk as I wanted to be. I needed something stronger and as a result, I became more aggressive, agitated and livid at no one in particular. But I am pretty sure I've been angry with myself. No doubt.