Venti Drunk の小説・ストーリー

different, delicious. Intoxicated.

Devin deduced, looking at us like it was obviously going to happen. "Well, technically, you weren't sure that you were going to get a second mate." I helped him to reason. "She'll understand." "I need a drink." Devin groaned, raking his hand back and forth through his hair. "No more drinks. You've had enough," Valen ordered, sincerely looking out for him. “Whiskey is my peace, bro.” Devin bowed his head. "I can't be alone right now. Either I end up singing sad songs to a bottle, or I might jump off a cliff."

Atlas says as we reach the top of the stairs and enter the VIP are. “What drinks do you all want?” Calli asks. “Double Whisky on the rocks and a cold one.” I say. I need something to take the edge off. Damn it, this is supposed to be a night of celebration not fuelled with anger over Luna. I’m sick to my hind teeth of it, that’s for sure.

I'm not too weak anymore because the soup I drank helped me to have strength. "I don't want to get drunk anymore, Mildy. When I have problems, I will just vent my anger by breaking broken plates rather than getting drunk. I saw something like that at the mall. If you want to vent your frustration, you'll smash plates in the wall. The more plates you broke the better your feeling. But you will need to pay for the plates that you broke," I said to Mildy who was just sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're right, Amber. We should stop getting drunk so we don't do embarrassing things when we get drunk," Mildy said to me while shaking her head. Based on her expression, it seems that we did someth

I shook my head with a bitter smile, staring at the vodka swirling in the glass. He knew I was allergic to alcohol. Yet, to defend Averil, he was willing to push me this far. The boy who once couldn’t bear to see me get hurt had finally disappeared with time. Crack. It felt like I heard something shatter. It was the ten years I had shared with Julian. A phrase suddenly came to mind, “There’s no use crying over spilled milk.” “Fine.” I raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp, ignoring the hesitation flickering across Julian’s face.

“I’d die before you ever do, vita mia,” ***** ELENA DUVAL “Aren’t you too young to drink,” Tiffany's voice was so loud it echoed over the blasting music as we stared at the young guy sneakily pouring a whiskey into his cup. “Aren’t you too old to get drunk at these parties,” He shot back. He looked no more than fifteen. Tiffany chuckled and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, as I zigzagged over to bump into Tiffany I stayed there. She was drunk. I was drunk. And the music blasting against my ears vibrated through my bones.

A night we all aren’t going to forget anytime soon. ********************* We walked to the living room, and Darcy was quite drunk; she is just saying words that don’t make sense. I am not that drunk; I am just tipsy. “What did you guys mix with that drink?” I said, sitting on the couch. The guys chuckled, not even drunk. Their eyes are still clear. “It’s alpha famous beer recipe,” Dante said. I looked at Alpha Blake, and he was smiling, holding his mate, and sipping his drink.

“Drink all of it.” Victor growled, hands clamping her hips, and flipped them in one swift motion. Now she was on her back, legs splayed wide. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove back inside with a single, brutal thrust. The angle was devastating—his cock hitting deep, grinding against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. He bent forward, latched again, and fucked her in long, punishing strokes while he drank.

Draven’s Point of View I wanted to drown in the bottle. To empty it down my fucking throat until I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. Until her face stopped bleeding into every corner of my mind. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her. I poured another glass of wine, sloshing it too fast and spilling over the rim. Didn’t care. I didn’t even taste it anymore. Just bitterness. Just heat. Just something to shut up the chaos storming behind my ribs.

" I looked up and clearly saw the way her eyes shifted away. At that moment, time seemed to rewind to that rainy night ten years ago. Back then, I was just a carefree teenager. My biggest worry was figuring out how to hide my awkward crush on Jasmine. She was the older sister of my best friend, Jayden. On my eighteenth birthday, we skipped school and went to a bar… That day became the nightmare that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jayden saw a group of thugs trying to assault a girl. Being the righteous person he always was, he stepped in to stop them. I could not remember clearly what happened after that. All I remembered were the girl's screams, the sounds of struggling, and the du