Intoxicated Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039

BOOK 3: Chapter 21: A Dangerous Addiction She returns back to her room with a guilt-ridden heart. Her steps are uneven, unsteady, her breath shallow and trembling. The door clicks shut behind her, and she leans her full weight against it, exhaling like she's just escaped something lethal. Her eyes drift closed. Inhale. Exhale. Again. Her chest rises and falls in uneven waves as she tries to cool the fire scorching through her veins.

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**Sorry had to reupload chapters 10-14, but I've also added two new chapters (15 and 16) to make up for wait in updates** Chapter Eleven I walked into the room and turned around. Sure enough, Alexander walked in behind me and closed the door. I have never done something like this before, but, luckily, the alcohol seemed to be overpowering my self-consciousness... maybe it was all a placebo but, either way, it was working.

Dear Readers, Before we dive into this chapter, I want to give a trigger warning for the content ahead. This chapter contains verbal and alcohol abuse, which may be distressing to some. Reader discretion is advised. JACE W. -*- I storm out of the room, barely registering the door slamming behind me. My temples pound, the rhythmic thud of my pulse drowning out every other sound. The hinges groan in protest as I shove my way into my room, my breath ragged, chest heaving. Cold sweat trickles down my spine like a slow, torturous drip.

Depression should be one of the stages of alcohol intoxication. "I need to rewrite my story," I murmured with my head down. "I don't have any more time. I feel like something is about to happen, and I don't have time to wait for anyone or for my body to get used to this life.” "Don't act recklessly, my beautiful," said Octavius, and I raised my eyes to find him in front of me with a wet napkin. He touched the top of my forehead with the water that wet the napkin and cleaned what I noticed was a small wound by the broken glass in the brothel, some shard of which must have hit my skin. Apparently even a glass could kill me there. "When will you realize that the more you focus on rescribing his

I whimpered and started to trembling around him but his hold was so strong on me. He chuckled seeing me struggle against him "My fierce kitten! Stop struggling. I'm gonna make you mine now and no one is gonna stop me" saying that he placed a kiss on my crown. I gasped at that I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't able too. I turned around to call someone but soon I feel myself to fell in a pitch of darkness. Not before knowing that he drugged me. ****************************************** ✨Hi guys, ✨So how was the chapter?

The awful games of the heart: pain, lust, addiction... obsession, possession... ANGER! Someone must always get hurt! .... Warning: Alcohol Abuse, Toxic. XAVIER'S P.O.V One...two... three...four....five... I thought...you...were....mine... But he came rolling in... and now....you are....with him.... With...him... His grey eyes everywhere around me, even though I knew it was the fucking alcohol that was already having it damn effect on me, still the truth was something that without the alcohol in my body I couldn't deny.

Note—This is a repetition of the first chapter of Blind Desires from the Author Note above. TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid, but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black.