Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

To each suggestion, I merely nodded and said, "Okay." The bar was dimly lit, filled with the scents of alcohol, fried food, and the lingering traces of pack gatherings. Charlotte had ordered an assortment of drinks, a large plate of fries, and venison wings. She ate with gusto, while I sat quietly, unable to do more than pick at my food and occasionally sip the moonlight wine before me. "Drink!" Charlotte clinked her glass against mine once she'd finished eating. "Once you're drunk, you'll be able to cry! Venting is important."

And probably, Vincent drank a lot to be in this mess. “They said that I became so talkative after drinking,” Vincent said. Those who called him talkative when he’s drunk, they are no other than the Delta werewolves who are accompanying him right now. Because they are the only one who witness the Alpha drunken habit. “Who said that I am talkative? I am like a baby. A gentle baby,” Vincent added. The three looked at each other before they shook their heads in unison. “Anyway, has any of you think that Dinosaur still exist?” Vincent asked.

Kenchiki Pov Slamming the file he was holding onto his desk, he stood up and walked up to the liquor cabinet in his office and got a random bottle, and started drinking straight from the bottle. Finished with the first bottle, he got another one, which he noted was scotch. He poured it in a glass, walked back over to his desk, and picked up the file he was just looking at and the little brat that was trying to chain his innocent brother to himself. As if he would allow his brother to get trapped in a relationship with a crazy brat, deciding, he picked his phone and called a drake. Drake was one of the best members of his group with surveillance. He could stalk anyone from any place and no on

Yet, none of them could deny the fact that Violet could be mean to them, anyhow hey will run away from her once they notice her facial expressions. Violet and the Fridlings all entered their various vehicles and drove away to her new home. Violet sat in a blue Chevrolet with Ramon sitting beside her in the back seat and Connor sitting at the front seat with the driver of their car. Ramon’s parents were in another car that was ahead of theirs. The wedding wasn’t really that much of a big party. It sure had some uninvited guest but many of the guests there were invited and they were there just to confirm suspicions and also to criticize, even though many others were happy for the couple.

Virgin Mary caged my rage or else I will kill somebody. "It seems you have been drinking again." "It's none of your business..." I staggered back, my legs feeling wobbly. "You know what happened the last time you were drunk.We had s*x Drake.That was the best night of my life." She smiled wickedly, looking at me like she was undressing me with her eyes. "You s*duced me!" I yelled and stumbled back.But luckily I didn't fall.I would never be drunk enough to be s*duced by her again.

"Baby, if you keep doing this, you are going to make me cum." "That was the plan." "Goddammit, I wish I can take you home and dive my tongue between your legs." "Then I have to suck that fucking hard cock until it bursts in my mouth." "Fuck." Just then, Drake comes walking past, "When you have stopped fucking each other verbally, your drinks are waiting." "Drake." "Yes, boss." "Watch your mouth." Throwing back three tequilas in a row, I think to myself, what a fucking crazy night. And I only know him for two days now.

Neither man could abide serving glasses that had dried water spots on them. “Are you all right, bro?” Dustin asked him while he worked. Victor shoved his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” “How’s the new…Ehm… assistant working out?” he asked again with a smirk. He regarded Dustin carefully. He obviously knew that he had hired Navy. “She’s working out just fine,” he answered with a curt nod. “Can I get you a soda?” Victor shook his head. “Not today, my man! I need something stronger. So… I will have a finger of The Sassenach, though… Neat.”

The sound of loud music and various types of alcoholic drinks were their companions for the night. Getting drunk is normal for them. Especially for those with extra money, they will enjoy this night with the ladies and pay for their friends' drinks. Tonight, the VIP room was rented out by some teenagers who were celebrating a tofu anniversary. That was why Jasmine was just sitting at the bar table. Sometimes she just monitored those who could be considered newly legal to drink. "What did you see?" Anya asked Jasmine while carrying a man who had lost consciousness.

the other guy said when it was obvious that Venom wasn't going to reply. Raven sighed, turning the rest of the drink into his throat and flinging the glass to the wall. It made a cracking sound as it collided with the wall and the people sitting near them gasped in shock. “Why are they still alive?! Why haven't I thought of this ever since? What is stopping us from going over to Los Angeles and blowing out the brains of Andrew Miller for unjustly spilling the blood of our late Don, huh?“ “Lower your voice, asshole!“ said Venom. “Just six bottles and you're drunk. Who'd believe at this moment that you're a Waxson when you're behaving like a child who never knew his parents?“