Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

“You do still serve those here, right?” He seemed to think about it before he tossed a small towel over his shoulder. “What can I get you? Perspective? Patience? How about some common decency?” “Watch yourself. My sister isn’t here to protect you anymore.” Noah smirked. “I don’t need Sol to protect me from you. That’s for damn sure. What do you want?” “Bourbon. Neat.” He turned and dropped for a moment. A glass appeared on the bar and then a bottle. It had two wings on it and I didn’t know if I had ever had that kind. Pouring it into the glass, he set it in front of me.

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***

Hearing the question asked, her trembling hand pointed to the wine bottle on the bed. The man picked it up and sniffed it. "Aphrodisiac. The same one as I was fed. Just a little less potent. Those fucking bastards. They'll never see the light again." He stood up and went to the bathroom, pouring the wine down the drain. He returned with a glass of ice cold water and brought the glass near her lips, letting her drink slowly. Sophia felt a bit better after drinking the water, and she held onto the man's shirt as tight as she could as if it was the only thread that helped her from losing her life by falling down into the abyss.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

A soft thing placed inside a hard system. The car windows were tinted dark enough to turn the city into a blur of lights and shadows. Charlie watched it all pass as if from underwater streets he knew by heart rendered unfamiliar by silence and speed. The Ministry building fell behind them, its brutal geometry receding into the distance like a sealed wound. No one spoke. Jonah Reed. Dexter’s personal driver sat in the front passenger seat, broad shoulders filling the space, posture alert but not aggressive. He hadn’t introduced himself. He hadn’t needed to. His presence said enough, nothing would touch Dexter or Charlie unless it went through him first.

He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine. “Hello, brother,” his recorded voice said, smooth and mocking. “I do hope you’re not too disappointed. I couldn't risk you interrupting my actual business, after all.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Rico was a gift, you know. A necessary sacrifice. So loyal, so predictable. The perfect bait to draw the great King of Ashes out of his castle.” A cold dread, far worse than anything I’d felt on the rooftop, began to creep up my spine. This wasn’t the main event. This was a diversion.

Crimson Manor Keeper Agnes Blackwell whispered, stepping up to help me clear the stone counter. Agnes had served House Nightbane for three centuries, and she had never witnessed the second prince allow anyone near his personal food supply without a poison taster present. "You flatter me, Agnes," I replied, my dark skin flushing slightly as I brought the warm chalice directly to Cassius, squatting beside his wheel to offer it. "Drink this; it will soothe the dark veins in your throat." I scooped a small pool of the liquid with the silver spoon, raising it directly to his lips.

A Famous agent x in her field of work, she can rip off your neck easily without you even noticing you are dead, and was now known for her new assign mission being a slave of the famous Mafia King who has famously created the society for the LGBTQ community, the Black Angel Society she owns is clean but her other business is not in the black market, it's like she's hiding her true business in her famous Society for LGBTQ. "There's this other king here, king GP Philips, King Abegail Timbal, King Edda, Zairen, Jade, and Stephanie, and there is this other king that we didn'tknowo, w," Mela says and she's just hearing it, that's right they are other King's in their society. "They have monkey busi

Amy grabbed the glass of wine and sipped it. "Good riddance." Alpha king said and drank his wine silently. Amy sputtered all her sipped wine onto the table and my eyes popped out.

'' he began walking towards me. Just when he was about to put a piece of my hair behind my ear, I sat on my chair, not even trying to look at him. Everyone got in their seats and Tom said to Ms. Betty what everyone would like to drink. ''And for Kiara- champagne,'' he said. I hated how well he knew what I liked ''No, actually.'' Tom looked at me ''I would like a cup of whiskey.'' I looked at his eyes. ''Princess, isn't that a little strong for you?'' he asked.