Romans & histoires A Love Letter To Whiskey

“Next time your Alpha tells you something, listen before I snap your neck. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!” She quickly runs out still naked trying to dress on her way. I lock the door once it closes and sink to the ground with my back pressed to the door pulling the letter from my pocket. I take a deep breath and begin to unfold the letter before I take a deep breath and decide to have a drink before reading.I fold the letter back up and get up from the ground. I sit the letter down on my night table then go to my mini fridge grabbing my whiskey and pouring a glass that I pull from the freezer. I pick up the letter and sink into my arm chair in my room, I kick my feet up on the ottoman and take a lo

Something about the color is soft and sexy, and it gives me the courage to go along with my plan. My Christmas list may be short, but it's certainly specific. A man with arrogance and enough of a hot body to take my mind off the pain that haunts me tonight. I grab the drink menu and flip it open. It lands exactly on the page I need. American Whiskey . The best kind there is, damn it. My jaw drops when I read the prices.

I found myself reaching for a bottle of whiskey, and the need to numb the pain, to drown out the chaos in my mind, became too strong to resist. With a swift movement and the aching pain searing in my chest, I uncorked the bottle of whisky and poured myself a generous amount into the empty glass. In one swing, I gulped down the contents of the glass, feeling the burning sensation in my chest. I didn't stop; I took another and then another until the burning sensation in my throat was the only thing I could feel. I drowned in whiskey, hoping to numb the ache that Valeria’s rejection had carved into me, but it didn’t work. The alcohol did nothing to quiet the relentless thoughts of her.

Fantastic and the wooden counter. Black seemed to be able to cover his soulmate entirely by his physical presence and to hide her this way of the indiscrete glances. He brought his face to her neck and took a deep breath. His wolf had been howling in his mind the moment she had walked away, and he had not bothered to apologize to his hosts. "A Glenlivet,18 Years, Single Malt, Whiskey...no ice." Bianca could feel chills run down her skin where his breath caressed her.

I was laid down on the bed, him on top of me, he hovered over me, gazing down "I love you." He whispered huskily as I pulled him down to me, shushing him with a passionate long kiss, I knew what I was doing, I love Kyle, I love his touches, I love the sound of his breath especially when he is breathing next to my neck, it tickles me to that extent I feel myself getting wet. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, as he pressed his body into mine, he broke away and peppered kisses down my jaw and neck. "You’re right, I feel relieved." He huskily whispered to my skin. That tickle made me wanna run mad, he is all I ever wanted, his voice alone sent chills to spike throughout my body.

His words pierced her heart like the cold blade of a dagger and this did nothing to alleviate her pain. "Please" she whispered, a tear trailing down her cheek. Her hair has become damp and her clothes weren't spared either. "I want you back, Addie. I want you back because I love you. I've always loved you" Jensen whispered. Time seemed to freeze when Jensen leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Adelynn's mind screamed at her, telling her how wrong it was. But, she didn't pull away because their kiss brought back memories. Memories that she'd tried desperately to suppress.

She smirked at me the moment a bartender pulled up by my side with a bottle of whiskey from her and a letter. My eyes landed on her and tightened at her audacity. I immediately took a pen from the bartender. "What can you do?" I asked, picked the bottle, and paid for a champagne to follow her letter. She tore a gaze at it, took my drink, sized it up, and sent another. "I don't do second-hand tiers of bottles. And the bet has just begun."

“You’re not the President, Jaxx. You don’t get to ghost me.” I leaned back in my chair, lips twisting into a smirk. “What do you think? Maybe I like watching you wait.” Roman clicked his tongue. “Nah. I think you need to stop drinking.” His eyes narrowed at the almost-empty whiskey bottle. “Raw whiskey, nearly gone. At this rate, your liver’s gonna beg for mercy.” I swirled the glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. “Maybe I like the burn.” Roman folded his arms. “Or maybe you like wallowing. Is it because of that woman?”

The room exuded an air of authority and refinement, reflecting my uncle's stature as the Alpha of our pack. With a knowing smile, Alpha Darwin reached for a crystal decanter and poured amber liquid into two delicate glasses. The distinct aroma of aged whiskey filled the air, adding a sense of sophistication to the room. He handed me a glass, and as I brought it to my lips, the rich, smoky flavor danced on my tongue, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. "Ah, Lucian, I see your taste for the finer things in life hasn't waned," my uncle remarked, a twinkle in his eyes. "A good whiskey can soothe the soul and open the mind to possibilities."

I tilted my neck—shoulder to shoulder—a futile attempt to loosen my neck as futile as the divorce document sitting in the drawer in my closet. “I have brought your whiskey, sir." Alma’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Bring it in.” I loosened my tie and took off my shoes. Alma placed the whiskey on the table. I opened the aged whiskey. Its woody scent offered no comfort. “Get me a lighter.” I poured the transparent liquid; its splashing sound against the ice gave no condolence for what I had lost. Alma left the room, and in no time she was back. She placed it on the table next to the whiskey bottle. “Anything else, sir?" She clasped her hand behind her.