Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

I shrugged, “I don't know what's happening to me, Mia, but every nerve cell in my body hums with your name.” “What’s going to happen now?” she asked me as I walked closer to her. I shrugged, “you’re my brother’s mate. I can't do anything.” Mia grimaced, “Fuck Javier. He's already Liv’s puppet.” A snort escaped my lips at the look on her face and I grabbed a glass cup and wine from the bar. “Wanna join me? Seems like you'll need a drink,” I chuckled. “Sure. But why do you always drink?” she asked me.

My best friend reached over my sister lap grabbed my hand and leaned in, "I don’t know and can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through Ed, but it’s almost over. Keep your cool just a little bit longer and then I’m treating you all to the strongest Margaritas this place has to offer. Deal.” I agreed to Zion’s offer with a nod and prayed again for my stability; the way I was feeling right now alcohol sounded like a great idea.

said Mitch. We've had a mans shots of Bloody Mary so we're both tipsy by now. "Mitch, I was broken into pieces when daddy disappeared and when mommy left me. I feel like there's no tomorrow for me anymore. I feel like I'm a leaf that has fallen from its stem and will go into uncertainty." The alcohol content of what we drink has already affected me. The thump inside the bar got even louder and the whole area became more colorful because of the lightning and various clothes of the people inside.

I will just make do with my best friend. “No!” I politely refused and stepped forward a little. “Thank you.” “Oh, Mia! Where the fuck are you?” I shrugged and I soon caught sight of her moving towards me with her body rocking to the music as she held two shots of alcohol in her hands up in the air. She screamed loudly, living through the best of it. And I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the obvious craziness of my friend. People usually think I'm the wild one, but I'm nothing compared to Mia.

The homeward journey to the new residence proved to be an extremely uncomfortable experience. I remained seated in the back seat while I fixed my gaze on the Boston roadways. My stepbrother was Enzo. The same Enzo who had fucked me senseless in the back of his car just hours earlier. The same Enzo who had choked me while I moaned. The entire situation felt surreal.

Betty, who always acted so weak she couldn't even twist open a bottle cap, was now swirling a glass of red wine, looking down on me. "Well, look who it is. Our little charity case of a mafia princess." "Does it hurt, sister?" She ground the tip of her high heel into my ankle, her laughter echoing. "You really think brother is coming to save you? Dream on. He's busy picking out a dress for my book launch right now." "You're insane! What do you want?!" I struggled against my bonds. "What do I want?" Betty took a sip of wine. "I want to get rid of you, you useless obstruction."

The bartender heard her loud and clear. Before I could say anything else, Solana splashed her drink on my face. A loud gasp escaped my lips. I fell down on my knees as my eyes burned with the alcohol and the lemon in her drink. “That's what happened to lazy ass servants like you. Now move your fucking ass and get me a mojito. With extra lemon.” She growled at me angrily while I was struggling to open my eyes again. In all that, I hardly paid attention to the music that had suddenly stopped.

Another lunatic. The night had deepened. I hadn’t planned on drinking, Pero sino ba niloloko ko? I was in a bar, and my cousin—who happened to be a heavy drinker—was with me. She was on the dance floor, moving like a maniac with her friends, completely lost in the music. I could only shake my head as I glanced around the place.

So they have both been talking about Mira and Allen to each other without knowing it? Here is another hot fellow whose heart has been stolen by Mira. And none for her. “This should taste better, right? I heard they make you forget bad horrible days” she slurred. “You can't be drunk already, right?” Maha asked, disbelieving. “Drunk? No! I'm just getting started.” she urged Maha to take a seat and opened a box of spicy chicken. “I read from the web that chicken and beer is the best way to forget one's sorrow”

Mira stumbled in. She didn’t just walk...she dragged chaos with her. A crate of alcohol bottles clinked and scraped across the floor, glass knocking glass like nervous teeth. Cigarette cartons spilled from her arms, rolling everywhere. She kicked the door shut with her heel, muttering curses under her breath. “Fucking… stupid… all of it’s fucking stupid,” Mira slurred, bending awkwardly to pick up a bottle and failing. Scarlet stepped forward instinctively. “Mira...”