Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

I hold his hand and walk down the stairs, ignoring them and making my way near the exit, where I could see what was going on without looking suspicious as fuck. Vincenzo suddenly raises up his glass for the man to clink, smirking little. He says something before walking our way. "Bambina, are you okay?" I nod my head, smiling. "Can we get drunk?" He looks at me hesitantly for a few seconds before speaking up. "I don't think that's such a good idea" he says, referring to the last time I got drunk. "I WAS DRUNK AND HIGH BESIDES IT WAS A ONE TIME THING!" I try to explain.

I'm not too weak anymore because the soup I drank helped me to have strength. "I don't want to get drunk anymore, Mildy. When I have problems, I will just vent my anger by breaking broken plates rather than getting drunk. I saw something like that at the mall. If you want to vent your frustration, you'll smash plates in the wall. The more plates you broke the better your feeling. But you will need to pay for the plates that you broke," I said to Mildy who was just sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're right, Amber. We should stop getting drunk so we don't do embarrassing things when we get drunk," Mildy said to me while shaking her head. Based on her expression, it seems that we did someth

“Now I can go, right—” I stopped mid-sentence. Uncontrollable heat spread through my body almost instantly. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. “Damn you, Vercel,” I spat. “How much drug did you put in this wine this time?” He looked genuinely confused. “What drug—Sky, wait—” I didn’t bother listening. I shattered the wine glass and, gripping the sharp edge, stabbed it into my arm. “Sky!” Vercel looked shocked, visibly shaken.

“Drink all of it.” Victor growled, hands clamping her hips, and flipped them in one swift motion. Now she was on her back, legs splayed wide. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove back inside with a single, brutal thrust. The angle was devastating—his cock hitting deep, grinding against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. He bent forward, latched again, and fucked her in long, punishing strokes while he drank.

Draven’s Point of View I wanted to drown in the bottle. To empty it down my fucking throat until I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. Until her face stopped bleeding into every corner of my mind. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her. I poured another glass of wine, sloshing it too fast and spilling over the rim. Didn’t care. I didn’t even taste it anymore. Just bitterness. Just heat. Just something to shut up the chaos storming behind my ribs.

I mean… this… he isn’t the type of person to post such things… and… why do I feel like something is not right? Waiting for the response from the phone, Serena had a hunch that it would be hard to call Drake. Judging by the time the photo was posted… the probability is high that he is already on his flight. “Hey, what’s wrong? Let’s drink some more… look, I drank this much!” Snuggling herself as she lay in Ysekiel’s lap, Kianna murmured “Let’s drink some more…. Hey…” But one can see how she finds it hard to even control herself. She is drunk.

I said to Edwin. Edwin happily took out a drink from his fridge. I spent the night forgetting for a moment Frey's slightly odd behavior.

I sat in their midst, asking the bartender to get me a flaming dragon, one of the hardest drinks. I wondered how I would tell them the good news if they might not remember it tomorrow morning. " Are you trying to kill yourself?." Victor screamed, his voice almost overcoming that of the music. " No! I'm trying to get wasted." I smirked. " I'm already picturing the funeral of the lady that follows you home tonight. That drink ain't for kids." Raymond said, almost sounding sober like he wasn't just confessing his love to the stars a while ago.

VIPER Gulping down the sixth bottle of liquor down his throat his fist slammed down on the counter. Ordering and drinking more and more he was nowhere to stop any near. All he knew was the pain,the pain that was killing him inside ,Burning each and every part of his body Regret and the fire burning inside him to take revenge was over powering his body and he desperately needed to take it out of him. He wanted to put the whole world on fire and watch it burn till it turned into ashes before his eyes."More!! GIVE ME MOREEE!!!"

Promptly at ten, I stepped past the bouncer. It was so loud I couldn't see-my eyes vibrated from the beat of the music. I loved Cravin' Melon, but at that decibel level, it was hard to tell it was music anymore. I was already desperate for a drink, my mouth crying out for a Diet Coke. The bartenders were lenient about serving underage drinkers, but it wasn't my thing.