A Love Letter To Whiskey Novels & Stories

The contact sent another spark straight to my core. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking a cautious sip. The drink was smooth and slightly smoky — an aged whiskey, I guessed, with a hint of honey and oak that warmed me from the inside out. It was strong but not overwhelming, perfectly balanced, much like the man who had poured it.

Slipping behind the counter, he stood motionless for several seconds as he gazed almost absently at the fully stocked wall of alcohol in front of him. Second passed, then he reached out and grabbed a bottle of JD and a glass from behind the counter. Finally he breathed, "Yeah, seeing the ghost of someone you love and lost, can sure fuck a person up!" Then, downing the whiskey, he pushed away from the bar and walked out of the room.

Tessa's hand entered the door code until the sound of clicking made the two enter quickly to avoid the cold weather because of the snow that returned heavily, even though the temperature is currently three degrees. "Want to have a drink with me?" Tessa glanced at Axel before, finally, releasing his hands that were hugging her waist. Tessa's small feet immediately took out the whiskey she kept in the drawer of the pantry table. "Since when do you have whiskey?" Axel didn't expect Tessa to pull out the whiskey. "Confidential." Tessa blinked one eye and approached Axel with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in her right hand. balvenie thirty 30 years whiskey. The most expensive whiskey Tessa

My heart flips just at the thought. I drop down to the edge of the bed, head in my palms. Why am I even in love with this man? What's so special? Is it the way he looks? The way he talks? His voice? His body? His hands? His dick? The way he looks at me? “He should get out of my mind!” I shout. Gigi laughs from behind me. “You’re down bad, sis.” My eyes land on the little shelf by the wall. There’s a bottle of whiskey. Half-drank from saturday night.

With a slight nod, he exited the dimly lit room, leaving Leonardo and Domenico alone in the heavy silence that lingered like cigarette smoke. Leonardo reached for the crystal decanter, his fingers grazing the cold surface as he poured a generous amount of his father's prized Scotch into his tumbler. The amber liquid cascaded smoothly, filling the glass with a rich, intoxicating aroma. Bringing it to his lips, he closed his eyes, savoring the momentary escape from the gritty reality that surrounded him. The whiskey danced across his tongue, its warmth radiating through his body, offering a temporary respite from the shadows that loomed over his life.

My hands were shaking now, the whiskey making everything feel raw and exposed. "And a letter. Her final letter." ‘Hunter,’ ‘By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, and I'm not asking for it. I just need you to know that I never stopped loving you. Not for a single day, not for a single moment.’ ‘I wish I could go back in time and fight for us instead of running away. I wish I could be brave enough to stand up to your mother, to the rumors, to all of it. I wish I could be the woman you deserved.’

Jadon said to Liam as he turned to me. “What are you having?” Liam came closer to me whispering in my ears, the warmth of his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. “I will have anything here,” I said to him as he nodded his head letting Jadon pour me whiskey for me and Liam. “Whiskey?” Liam asked handing me the glass and I took it from him. “To us?” He lifted his glass to make a toast as I toasted. “To us, I mumbled as I drank from the class of whiskey. What in heaven's name was I doing here? I am such a fool who easily falls in love

Not trying to be cringy or something, but I felt like I love the feeling of staying this close to him. My mind drift back to the kiss we shared and I gulped as I turned to look at his lips. While he was busy with a bottle, on the other hand, I wished for one thing. "Drink it" he ordered. Not what I expected. I never wanted to have a drink from a bottle of whiskey. That's odd, Italian men don't do much with Whiskey. "Don't make me wait" he reminded me. In silence, I took a sip. "Fuckkkkk" I whispered as it burned my chest.

I took another sip of whiskey and wiped a rogue tear from my face. The hinges were to their breaking point. I gripped tightly on the detonator. "I love you H." My throat was so fucking tight that I was gasping for air. I could die a thousand times, and it would never get easier knowing that I wasn't with her. I lived for her, and I was doing this for her. "FUCK YOU BASTARDS! BRING IT ON!" I yelled out and downed the rest of the whiskey, tilting the flask of the bitter liquid down my throat. I threw it to the door, and simultaneously, the banging stopped.

“Safina never loved you!” I grabbed the bottle of whiskey from earlier and drank from the bottle as I drown out the voices inside my head and for some liquid courage to find answers while seeing my father walk off of his conversation with Lex, seething in annoyance and anger.