Venti Drunk Novelas e Histórias

Vivi grumbled. We laughed at how serious she sounded. Roxanne nodded.”Thanks, girls. I’m grateful, you girls accepted me into your circle.” Her eyes shone with tears. “You are most welcome. We girls need to stick together.” I smiled. “We’ve got you, girl.” Val uttered. “Cheers to love and big dicks!” Vivi raised a glass. “Cheerssss!!” we shouted raising our glasses, before downing our drinks. I gulped mine at one go. Even the chill drink couldn’t soothe the burning inside me.

I was startled when Vani started to jump while shouting "OMG! OMG! Guys this so fucking amazing. This feels like dream comes true moment" Soon we all started to talk and like an idiot I completely forgot about the hoodie who draped it on me. I was laughing so hard by looking at Vani's dance. She is so fun. We all started to enjoy by singing, dancing and talking. Mainly I started to enjoy a lot. It was so good. It felt normal after a very long time. We are currently having our dinner sitting next to the camp fire. The feel is so damn amazing. All the guys got drunk and Amrita too. The rest of us had non-alcoholic drinks and I was having my coke when I started to feel drowsy.

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

Kiran said as he nodded to a waiter to come over to our table. “I told you,” Malachi said and I smiled. “The special, three of them and bring the bottle of Scotch,” Kiran said to the waiter. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair,” the waiter said and left again. “What’s the occasion?” Kiran asked. “It’s a girl,” I said and Malachi smiled. “That’s great, man, congrats!” The waiter placed three glasses on the table, a bucket of ice and the bottle of Scotch. Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast.

“Now I can go, right—” I stopped mid-sentence. Uncontrollable heat spread through my body almost instantly. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. “Damn you, Vercel,” I spat. “How much drug did you put in this wine this time?” He looked genuinely confused. “What drug—Sky, wait—” I didn’t bother listening. I shattered the wine glass and, gripping the sharp edge, stabbed it into my arm. “Sky!” Vercel looked shocked, visibly shaken.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

"Bianca, are you a monster? I was the one who got pranked by drinking piss at our wedding, yet you want me to apologize to the culprit?" A hint of shiftiness flashed across Bianca's gaze, but the very next second, Xander clutched his forehead and fell into her arms, saying feebly, "I feel really dizzy! Am I going to die? Bianca, I feel really terrible! I think my depression is flaring up again!" He trembled and looked at Bianca helplessly.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

He stumbled on his feet falling right beside the edge of the pool and not wanting to get up he simply laid there staring at the starry sky displayed through the glass ceiling. More tears streamed down his eyes disappearing in his hair as he raised the bottle of wine taking another gulp of toxic substance, he was completely wasted. After their divorce was finalised, Ace went straight to the bar and for the first time he didn't have any control over his senses. Even after having the greatest tolerance of alcohol this night he wanted to break the barriers he created years back.