Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

Victor teased. "Go out into space if you have to." "Wow! Are you tired of seeing me?" teased Victor again. "Yes, I'm sick of it. I want to throw up." Dante replied while acting like he was about to throw up. "Oh yeah? Want me to get you a barf barrel?" Victor continued to tease him. "Wow!" "Haha... is there pa? Want to vent? like usual?" urged Victor while shifting his sitting position, now sitting right in front of Dante.

“And I already know what you’re about to say,you don’t even have to start. It obviously about the W******p message the DIVAS sent” Linda laughed loudly. “What did you take tonight? You sound too excited for someone whose mum just locked her up.” “I’m drunk, Linda. I took frustration vodka and I’m high on it right now. I think it’s 90% bitterness and 10% tears.” Linda burst into laughter. “Oh my God, you’re crazy. Is there even such a thing as frustration vodka?”

​x-x ​The music blasted through the ballroom, and the boys along with some unfamiliar girls danced to the music, laughter erupting through the room as everyone enjoyed the music: including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I needed them all to get wasted tonight, including Draven, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his room. ​“Do vampires even get drunk?” I asked Ferra, who laughed a short laugh before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy.

Foaming at the mouth. “Someone get me a fucking doctor!” He yelled again, and I passed out before the doctor could arrive, gripping onto his shirt. -------

Her plan was about to succeed, she would not let Monique ruin it. Vivian filled his glass with wine. "Since you're sober, let's continue drinking. I might be able to hear you chanting Monique's name once you are drunk." "All right, let's drink!" Levi raised his glass and was about to gulp down the wine. However, before he could do so, he slumped on the table. The wine was spilt all over, yet he was still chanting, "Let's drink. Let's get drunk before we go home..."

Kevin asked picking the bottles with Freddo “This is crazy, are you okay?” Melvin asked as he came to sit beside me on the couch with Venom who was now sitting opposite my couch “What's going on, why are you killing yourself with alcohol” “Cause I hate Christmas it always reminds me of how lonely I am, I just hate Christmas” “But you have us, Nile you have me Venom, you have Felix, Freddo, Kelvin, Melvin, why would you even think that you're alone when you have all of us” Venom said, I took a glance at him and smiled light

Serena turned around, seeing Damien, flashed a playful smile, "Oh, honey, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you!" Damien looked at the drunken Serena with a hint of exasperation, "Have you been drinking?" She held up her fingers, playfully saying, "I only had a tiny bit, just a little bit." Damien frowned, "You were just recovering from a fever and you drank?" Feeling a bit dizzy, she leaned against Damien, "Honey, I'm so dizzy. Please don't scold me! I know I was wrong! I promise, I won't drink again…”

He was so furious he ripped the card from my hand, crumbling it, then tossed it across the room, and took off. It’s been days since I saw Alek. He hasn’t shown up to the club, and he hasn’t been at the mansion, but Drake monitors me and not always in a good way. Gianni and Alek are rival mobs, but they seem to have more to their past than meets the eye. My thoughts are running wild and free, trying to figure these two out. But I forced myself to focus because it’s Saturday, and the club is filled with college students. “Kev, I need five beers, two tequila shots, and four margaritas on the rocks, no salt,” I yelled over the music.

Slumped over a bar staring vacantly into the bottom of his third draft of ale. Devoid of hunger or appetite due to his grief, Allen had acquired the look of a man driven mad by the pursuit of revenge. Allen bitterly downed the rest of his drink. Sitting in the desolate bar in the early evening, there was hardly anyone to witness his failure aside from a few drunken regulars and the barkeep.

This was all too much to process. I stopped using the glass and started drinking directly from the bottle. The whiskey burn was nothing compared to the fire raging inside me. Eve was scared now. She grabbed my arm, her eyes wide with worry. "Drake, this isn't like you. I understand you are panicking, but you are scaring me."