BOOK #1 IN SINFUL CHRONICLES
PROLOGUE:
"You need to stop touching me every single time you see me," I said gritting
" And says who? Miss Goody two shoes, you have no power to stop me from touching what's mine. " He replied smirking.
"I am not yo...
I will post the "INTOXICATION" aesthetics, important triggers, prologue, and tropes once I finish writing "LONDON BOY."
Intoxication is book two under Sinful Chronicles, this one is first and there will be a crossover of characters in Part two, and trust me it's going to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions you all!!!
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When I woke up, a relentless throbbing pain hammered at my head, making my consciousness seep back into the world with difficulty. My vision was initially a hazy blur, but as the fog slowly lifted, I could make out the form of a doctor hovering over me, examining my condition. The sterile white walls and unfamiliar medical equipment suggested I was in a hospital, but the absence of familiar faces left me disoriented and alone.
I attempted to ask the doctor, "How long have I been asleep?" but as I tried to speak, a sharp, stabbing pain erupted in my ribs. It was then I realized how much my condition had worsened. Though I still could produce sound, the act of speaking was excruciating. Each word seemed to scrape against a wall of discomfort, making communication challenging and painfully unbearable.
"It's been a week," the doctor said, his tone a mix of concern and formality. "Your condition worsened because of alcohol consumption. Miss Kashyap, I'd advise you to take better care of yourself before starting college." He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle, then added, "I'll go inform your parents."
I could only respond with a slight nod, as it was the least painful way to acknowledge his words. The doctor left the ICU, and soon after, my parents, my best friend, and her parents arrived. They filled the room with a comforting bustle, their voices mingling with concern as they greeted me and continually asked how I felt. Their presence was soothing; they showered me with attention, trying to make me as comfortable as possible.
Despite their efforts to comfort me, a pang of disappointment lingered in my chest. My heart ached for the presence of someone specific, someone who was conspicuously absent. As much as I appreciated the care and affection from those around me, it only served to highlight the void left by his absence.
The nurse entered the room with a blend of efficiency and warmth. She informed everyone that it was time for them to leave, as she needed to conduct some examinations to prepare for my transfer to a regular room.
Once the room was cleared, she turned her attention back to me. "Please lie down again," she instructed gently. I complied, feeling a knot of nervousness in my stomach. As she started measuring my pulse, she encouraged me to stay calm, but the anxiety made it difficult for me to relax.
In the midst of her routine, she mentioned, "You know, Miss Kashyap, I noticed that it was your boyfriend who let us know you were starting to wake up."
I tilted my head, puzzled, and used hand gestures to indicate that I didn't have a boyfriend. The nurse's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at me, clearly wanting to clarify. "Well he was here the whole time."
