Who Wrote Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

“You’re like this iced-in little flame on the outside, but on the inside, you’ve always been so hot for me it’s like an extra pulsebeat, throbbing incessantly in your blood. I only have to look at you and you’re dead meat, moro mou. I’m your sexual master… always have been… always will be.” That self-promoting statement brought her lurching into a sitting position, pushing her tangled hair back from her face. “Well, you arrogant swine!” Electa heaved out. “Do you really believe that you are the only man to ever make me feel like that?” She turned her head to look down at him through the darkness. “Oh, my God… You do, don’t you?” Electa caught the mocking glint in his eyes. “You genuinely bel

“Yes, I do. Let’s go home and dance, Drake. This place is too crowded.” “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go.” He staggered out of the place, gripping my hand and pulling me along. I blinked to focus on our way back. I hadn’t planned to get drunk at all. But Drake seemed totally at home in his neighborhood as he sang happily all the way to his condominium. I’m tired of this fake love, baby! I’m tired of a dream that’ll never come true. I want to love you for real, baby! But I’m afraid to give my heart to you!

He said, "Baby, I am sorry. Please look at me, Crystal. I love you and I don't want to lose you." I slowly turned to face him and said You Love me? If you loved me, you wouldn't have bought a bottle of liquor just because I told you what was going on with me Brooks. If you loved me, You would have given me the space I needed last night when I told you to go home and not ask me to tell you what was going on. Now because of the issues I have in my head, you are drinking again. I should be the one who is drinking with all the sh*t I am fighting in my head. I should be the one who was drunk saying I was cursed. What was your reason for putting that bottle to your lips Brooks? What did I say that

Dying inside, still acting like a cold CEO. If I left him alone, he’d bottle it up until it made him sick. So I poked the bruise on purpose. “I saw something on social media today: ‘Find someone who loves you to be your ATM. Find someone you love to be your lover.’ Honestly? That lifestyle sounds kind of appealing. What do you think?” Travis’s face darkened. “Don’t even think about it.” “What if I already have?” A flicker of heartbreak crossed his eyes. “I know the rumors. I’m not blaming you. It must be those guys. They’re too scheming, using dirty tricks to tempt you.”

When he went to bed that night, he was still semi-hard just thinking about her. Sarah might be dazed with the flush of infatuation, but Drake was a jaded piece of shit. He didn’t feel love . What he was feeling for her right now? Drake was infatuated. I***a-fucking-infatuation . Who’d have thought that he’d be one to get all sappy over a chick the moment he saw her? And he felt glad she was drunk , by tomorrow she will probably remember just a bit of what happened.

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

"Don't worry. I'll marry you one day!" Determined, Zachary logged into his company's social media account and publicly confessed to Wren. Unfortunately, the public didn't buy it. He had no choice but to look for me again, demanding a divorce. "Where the heck is Sierra?" he bellowed. "You bunch of losers! Why haven't you found her yet?" Pete couldn't fathom why Zachary refused to accept that I was dead when everyone had seen my corpse with their own eyes.

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

I asked. "Well, she said she wanted a relationship with me, and I was too drunk and wanting to sleep around. I didn't know she was a witch. I thought she was a human who would forget the night and move on. Her drunk request for seriousness seemed like a passing fancy," Drake explained, rubbing his temple. I chuckled at his situation; it was hilarious. Drake's love life had a flair for the dramatic.