Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

​x-x ​The music blasted through the ballroom, and the boys along with some unfamiliar girls danced to the music, laughter erupting through the room as everyone enjoyed the music: including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I needed them all to get wasted tonight, including Draven, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his room. ​“Do vampires even get drunk?” I asked Ferra, who laughed a short laugh before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy.

"My eyes may be fooled, but my heart could not. Kitten, please...can I hug you?" I looked away. "Please go home now, Everette. You're drunk." "I am not drunk. I can walk straight. Don't you know my body had already built immunity from drinking too much? When you were gone, alcohol had been my friend." I sucked in a breath. “Do you think I was happy with that confession?” “Kitten…” “Vincent was with you earlier. Where is he? Did he leave you alone? You cannot drive.” “You saw us?”

“Rainee, what are you doing here? How many drinks have you had?." “I had an entire tank." “Vinx said you might be angry." I downed the drink and winced at it scorched my throat. "Then why did you come?." “Because I miss you." “Did you also make the decision?." “I don't know what to tell you that would make you not angry at me." “I came here to have a drink, as you can see. I needed alone time." He placed his second hand on my waist. “Lets be alone together? "

On a one-night stand that apparently upgraded itself to a residency. That is the thing about Nico. Normally he is the easiest of us, the one who makes a room lighter simply by being in it. But two months ago our uncle died, and something shifted in him that has not shifted back. When Nico goes dark he becomes the loose cannon version of himself, acting entirely without considering the debris field he leaves behind. When I go dark, I am something else. I am the one people run from. There is one particular trigger that makes my hand move to my weapon before the thought fully forms, and I have come close enough to the edge of it to understand what I am capable of. The only reason a drunk woman

The crowed agreed and wave with me as the DJ plays his remix songs. Somehow, these nights reminded me of him. Flashes of painful memories entered my brain. I can even remember how I begged him to stay but he didn’t which made me have this habit of drinking liquor. “Fuck him!” I added the drink the remaining half of vodka from the bottle. I smashed the bottle on the wall the has a neon sign, “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”. The whole crowd gone wild when it illuminates more and a four letter word flashes in the whole bar.

he spat, his voice slurred with alcohol, “you filled Jennifer’s head with ideas. You told her she could survive without me. You’re the reason she’s dead!” Lisa’s eyes widened with fear, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “You’re delusional, Kain. Jennifer ran away that day because you were a monster. You never loved her, and now you’re just mad because you lost everything when she died.” Kain’s face twisted with rage. “Shut up! You don’t know anything!” He lunged at Lisa, his hands wrapping around her neck. Jennifer stood frozen, her past trauma rendering her immobile. She gazed in horror while Kain strangled Lisa, witnessing her friend's face redden as she fought for air. The globe a

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."

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

While the sound startled the other even to the group of doctors by the corner. “THIS is NOT it!” Victor yelled emphasizing two words in his sentence. “You are drunk, Sir. I shall not serve you any longer with the fact that you got no one accompanying you. I don’t know whether if you drive.” The waitress, still in shock, said. She wanted to get mad but she knew that the man was drunk so she chose not to. “Give me my beer or I will beat you up-“ he threatened, even though his sight blurred away due to the liquor.