Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

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

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

The suitors bowed deeply, aware that this audience was a precursor to the final trial, yet uncertain of what awaited them. The Empress offered a gracious smile, and with a subtle motion of her hand, Cedric stepped forward, carrying a silver tray upon which rested two ornate goblets. The liquid inside was a deep crimson, swirling gently within the finely crafted vessels. The aroma that wafted from them was rich and intoxicating, a scent that spoke of aged wine, luxurious and rare.

"Let's get something to drink Madine, after my exhausting ceremony I feel more thirsty than usual." The cellar was full of liquors and wine and I pretended to look around. "Do you have a particular drink in mind?" Madine sat down on the long bench situated at the corner. "No, Your Majesty. Anything is fine as long as I can have them with you." I searched for something we could drink without ice or lemon. Then my eyes caught the branded whiskeys on the shelves. I took one and opened it smelling the hard caramel, vanilla, oak, and spice. It reminded me of her as I inhaled it and brought it to my lips for a taste.

“Hey, how do you know Rosella rejected my proposal huh? Are you some sort of wizard?” “Wizard? Ha, it's clearly obvious that you were rejected, I mean look at you.” Kingston sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I'm not drinking because I got rejected, I'm drinking because your grandfather is forcing me to do what I don't want to, I hate him.” Edgar arched a brow. “He's also your grandfather and yeah, I hate him to, everyone does.” Kingston grabbed his shot and gulped it down before shooting Edgar a glare. “What do you want anyways?”

Her sister, sick and vulnerable, would pay the price for her foolishness. “Which pack are you from?” Kaelen demanded, his tone clipped. He needed information, facts, anything to anchor himself in the face of this maelstrom of emotion. “Silver… Silver Creek, Your Majesty,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Silver Creek,” he repeated, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a small, unassuming pack, known for its quiet diligence, not for producing powerful mates. He ran a hand through his dark hair, dislodging a cloud of flour. He felt trapped, cornered by fate in this dusty, forgotten corridor. He wanted to rage, to roar his frustration to the uncaring stone walls. But he cou

Alejandro King Lycan Former Alpha King, King of Lycans and werewolves Long Chocolate brown hair Sky Blue eyes Tall with strong muscular built 6'ft Power:- Alpha King, different kinds of power. Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho

I bowed my head and bared my neck to him. "There is no need for that, we are in private." The King said. "May we speak?" "Of course your Highness," I said, unlocking the door again and walking in. "Can I send for something to drink or eat for you, your Highness?" "Please, call me Alex." The King said as he sat on the sofa that was in my office. "I think I need something a little stronger. Do you have any Scotch?" "Indeed I do." I smiled and poured. "It's a 50-year-old Highland Park."

They made a beeline for the counter, reeking of vodka and entitlement. "Three glasses of Kingsley Gold," the man barked, throwing his arm around the woman, who was too busy admiring herself in the mirror behind the bar to notice anything else. Alex gave them a tight smile, that professional kind that masked irritation. "Sorry, we’re out of Kingsley Gold. It’s been out of stock for a couple days. Can I interest you in something similar?" The woman frowned, her glossy lips twisting in annoyance. "No, we want Kingsley Gold. Go get it."

"You think your wolf is the only weapon the King values? You're a temporary asset, Whitmore. An interlude to hold the line. She is the only hand he ever designated for the throne." The lounge worker slipped a heavy mug between us, the scent of bitter chicory breaking the air. Kieran lifted the brew, taking a slow, measured draw while his eyes remained locked onto the fracture in my composure. "So, how does the street-born heir like the taste of a dual ledger?" I forced my features into an absolute stone mask before delivering my counter. "The same sun I severed my blood oath with my previous pack was the exact morning I locked my collar into the Afolayan Dominion."