Who Wrote Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

The door was open, so I stepped inside, choosing to remain silent. I couldn’t think of what to say—especially knowing he was just as lost as I was. So I simply stood there, quiet, watching him. “She’s my first love.” I lifted my gaze when he spoke. Did he know I was there? Was he talking to me? “She’s the woman I dreamed of growing old with,” he continued. He still didn’t turn around. I noticed the glass in his hand, filled with alcohol—he was clearly drunk. “I loved her more than anything.”

I whispered, shaking my head in denial. “I am drunk,” he said, stepping closer, his chest rising fast. “But I love you. Because if it’s not love, then why does my whole body come alive when you walk in? Why does my chest feel like it’s going to burst when you smile? Why does everything in me ache when you cry?” “Please…” My lips trembled. He touched my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I’m drunk, yes. But I know this…” his voice dropped into a whisper. “I love you.”

“...but I know your heart has its owner already.” I looked away. “Who’s the owner?” I asked. Even though I had a hint about whom he was referring to, I still wish it was a different man. “Damion.” I chuckled. “Let’s stop talking about him. He’s a nut, he drives me nuts. I hate him in all aspects,” I said, now biting my lower lip to— to what?! To stop me from crying? Wow. “If you continue to refuse, you’ll drown yourself in love. You never know, you might not be able to ask for help soon, and maybe no one will have the capacity to save you from drowning if you lock yourself at the bottom of the sea.”

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...

“I really do. I’m a mess, I know. I’m difficult as hell, I know. I just… don’t want to lose her memories. But you… I love you.” A small chuckle escaped him, light and content, and then silence. His chest rose and fell steadily, he was finally out. I stood there staring with the phone still in my hand as the video still rolled somehow. I ended it with shaking fingers. Love. He said he loved me. Part of my brain screamed it was just the whiskey talking, loosening his tongue on things he buried deep. But another part, the hopeful one, whispered the truth. Drunk words often carried sober thoughts he kept locked away.

"Yes, Addie. I would have shown you what it means to be loved and cherished. It's not too late though. We can still get married" She let out a dramatical gasp. "You want to marry me too? But, I'm engaged. No, I'm married to Dom" "I love you, Addie" She giggled and cupped the side of his face. "I love you too!" she piped. A sad smile tugged at Jensen's lips. She was such a mess when she was drunk. An adorable mess. "I want to kiss you" Adelynn whispered, her voice seductively low.

the memories that we created after getting drunk and the lessons we taught each other every day will always remind me of how warm some bonds are. i would always remember the sound of your laugh, the sound of us ‘not trying to make a sound while crying’, our secret but knowing exchange of glances and the way my heart would be so full just after having a five-minute call with you. and if we may have grown apart now, i would always be grateful for you, your love and your magical ability to make me feel at home even in the most difficult situations. __ "

I even proposed to break off the engagement with the York family. On the day Zachary was meant to elope, he was trapped at home. His parents drugged him and sent him into my room. The next day, news spread that a homeless man had killed Tracy. Zachary had spent the entire night in his room. In the end, he only said, "Everyone has their fate." I thought he had let go, so I agreed to marry him. However, on our wedding night, he drugged me and sent me into a room filled with homeless men.

I was walking on the road crying and my steps were staggering due to drinking. I reached back to the club in no time and started drinking liquor straight at the bar counter. Drunk in wine and sorrow, I could only think of anything but Elijah. I don't know what is the less in me because of which Elijah never looks at me with eyes of love. Why does love give so much pain? I was having a drink when a handsome guy wearing a leather jacket came next to me and tried to talk to me and said “should i say a thing if you allow me?”

Gil grounded his teeth, "Thirty-five yet you act like a teenager who just lost his first girlfriend to a soccer-playing douchebag, a**hole who's the apple of every girl's eyes and your greatest rival." " At least I'm not the one who f**k up to ten women in a day just to get my freaking mind off one stupid undeserving woman that broke my heart when I was twenty-two. I'm not the one who lost all his money to a woman. I'm not the one who was blind enough not to see the b**tch I was in love with was using me and sucking out my wealth to give another man." " Congratulations for not acting like a child but being a man whore who doesn't have the common sense to know the difference between lust and