Zoro Drinking Mga Nobela at Kwento

So he controls the steel. I stand up. My legs are sore from the ride, my skin tender from the friction against the brick wall. I walk to the kitchen. Zara is there, leaning against the counter, nursing a mug of coffee. She’s wearing a flannel shirt that’s too big for her, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. The bruises on her face are fading to a sickly yellow. She watches Drakon through the doorway. "He's spiraling," Zara says quietly.

I like the feel of it and I should savor it until evening. “Are you sure that you don't want a drink?” Zoey asks again, but I shake my head. I would have stayed without water till tomorrow if it was actually possible. But I can actually die. So I'm staying without water till evening. I'm still tasting Keiran’s cum in my mouth and I don't want to stop tasting it.

He lowered his claws with a low, gutteral growl and say back in his seat, his glare never leaving Zara. She shot her eyes and opened them again just as the music began to play again and the bartender returned to wiping a glass behind the counter. "Spill it," David murmured, dragging a bottle of beer towards him. Slowly, Zara too brought a bottle of beer to her lips and took a calm sip. "Zane knew all these would happen, he foresaw it," she said coolly, her eyes fixed on me. "Oh, so he's a seer now?"

Rounding the corner, I found a small group gathered there: Noah, Drake, a few others, and… Zoe, of course. “There she is!” Drake called out when he saw me. “We’re just starting a game. Care to join?” I approached cautiously, still gripping my ‘gin and tonic’ in my hand. “What kind of game?” “Truth or drink,” Drake replied. I raised an eyebrow. “Truth or… Drink?”

A waiter poured the crimson liquid into Sora’s glass with mechanical precision. "Drink," Vardan commanded. His eyes locked onto Sora, leaving no room for defiance. "I’m not getting drunk in front of a prick like you," Sora hissed. Vardan smirked. It was cruel. "Drink it yourself, or I’ll wrap my hand around your throat and pour it down until you choke."

Behind me, the elevator hissed shut, leaving me alone with the man who had just spent ten billion dollars to turn me into his personal war-machine. "You can stop clutching your robe like a shield, Zora," Dante’s voice rumbled. He was already at the obsidian bar, pouring a liquid that looked like liquid gold into two heavy crystal glasses. He didn't look at me, but I could feel his gaze—a heavy, physical weight on my skin. "In this building, the only thing that can hurt you is me. And I’m currently occupied with a drink."

I was wondering what you look like without your shirt. "Maybe I just had too much berry wine at dinner," I lie fast. Theo frowns deeply, his thick eyebrows almost touching. "Zara, you did not even finish your second cup of wine." Thanks for watching me so closely, Alpha King. "Well, I did not want my body to be dry tomorrow morning when I wake up," I stutter, scrambling for words. "So I was trying to go downstairs to get a glass of fresh river water. You know what the healers say? Staying wet inside is very important when you drink alcohol."

Relief flooded through him as he drew her closer and pressed his lips to hers in a fierce, claiming kiss. "People are watching," Zora murmured against his mouth. "Let them," he growled back. "We're covered in dirt and blood." "Perfect. We just won a war." He reluctantly pulled away, but his hands remained possessive on her waist. --- In a private alcove away from prying eyes, Zora pricked her finger with a small blade, letting precious drops fall into several bottles of water they'd scavenged. Trent carefully mixed the liquid, ensuring the blood dissolved completely and left no trace of what made this water so miraculous.

'Never have I Ever sang in the choir,' Zori heard this and immediately lifted her glass shot to her lips, she'd sang in the choir her whole life. Just when she was about to take the shot that'll render her completely in a drunk state, someone took the shot from her and drank it. She stared with dizzy eyes at the person, her eyelids gradually closing. "Liam?" She muttered and soon, she was drifting in oblivion. Liam have always had a strong head for alcohol so he wasn't drunk yet, just a little bit tipsy. He stared at the group of wasted friends around him and back at Zori. If he remembered correctly, he could still find his way around Carter's home.

"He will come soon, just wait." After saying that, Zoro called one of his subordinates and asked to be served drinks and snacks. He would not allow a bad impression to be made here, let alone the human race. Then, he resumed his work looking at the building construction that clearly couldn't be seen from there. However, Zoro kept looking at the glass wall because he could see everything. He didn't want to miss anymore.