Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

Although I had been there long before as his daughter-in-law, a lot of people felt it was thing of privilege. Stupid. I turned around and returned to what I was doing, thereby ending the baseless conversation. “Scarlett,” someone else called out to me, “the King wants his whiskey.” Thought he planned to go the night without it. I remained quiet without giving the messenger a reply as I took out a tray and got his whiskey and glass out. I made my way past the crowd moving around and into the Alpha’s VIP lounge. Smoke filled the air slightly from the smoking that came from different angles from his biker members.

His large fingers point to the napkin. “Oh. Um, it’s three shots.” I will myself to meet his eyes. “Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker.” A head tilt now accompanies his smirk. “The Four Horsemen adds a shot of Jameson or Jose Cuervo.” I gulp. “Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” I prattle on. “You’re an enigma.” “Excuse me?” The more we talk, the more I need my drink.

The King walks over to her and looks at the bottle, “I was forced to drink these, at least once a week. The last one I had was on Monday night before the party at the pack-house in honour of King Alpha George’s visit.” She holds an arm out to indicate him. The King picks up the bottle looking at it before opening it. He pulls a face at the smell, closing the bottle quickly. “Silver to burn, wolfsbane to stop me from healing.” She looks at Solomon, he seems like he’s enjoying her explaining his work. The King nods, “You have suffered so much in my lands, and I’m beyond appalled by your story. Do you have a punishment in mind for the one who did these things to you?” She smiles, looking at Sol

said the King. "But before you kill me, may I please have a last drunk of whiskey. It's been a while since I drank alcohol." "Of course." The King poured whiskey for Nicholas, the gave it to him. "A toast, for all the wonderful memories and all the work we managed to achieve to make this country better." "Ai ai!" The King gulped down his whiskey, he placed the glass on the table. "Ah!" He said, feeling satisfied. Nicholas was did not drink his. He placed it on the table.

Kingsley conceded, standing. “That’s the spirit,” Roan smirked, clapping his shoulder. Kai summoned a ride, and before long, the trio cruised toward the club. Kingsley’s sole mission: obliterate the night in liquor, erasing the sting of his ex tying the knot with his former friend. The moment they arrived, Kingsley barked for shots. He yanked out his platinum card, smacking it onto the bar with a thud, declaring the tab his burden. Booze might not fix the fractures long-term, but right then, it dulled the edges perfectly.

(Briana POV) “Drinking again?” I ask when I find him sprawled on his couch, holding a glass of amber liquid. “Savoring,” he corrects me, pouring me a generous measure of the whiskey and handing me the crystal tumbler. “A single malt this good isn’t meant to be simply drunk. Much like you in that scrap of silk should be thoroughly appreciated and not just seen.” I’m wearing a black satin nightie with spaghetti straps. Not to seduce Aiden, but because it’s the only sleepwear that was provided for me. It comes down to about mid-thigh and the V-neck isn’t that deep. It covers what needs to be covered. Mostly.

The professor began to summarize the chapter as if telling us a bed time story. "You see, when King found his mate, a beautiful werewolf, Her Majesty Aleyna, she wasn't a pack member. Infact, she wasn't aware of what she was. The King had taken the throne when he was eighteen and had ruled for an year before he found her. His mate was an year younger than him, and even at the age of eighteen did not realize her true potential. She was an orphan and somehow adopted by a human family."

He briefly nodded and went back to washing those expensive wine glasses. "Those champagnes aren't going to serve themselves." I retorted and walked around the palace, offering champagnes. Some of them declined, took it and thanked me politely like a human being but also some people took it without thanking me. That's rude but whatever. As I was walking around, I noticed that Rhyker, Roman and Ashton weren't there. They should be here since they are royals and Ashton wouldn't miss free alcohol, he pretended to be an old lady just to get the alcohols which didn't surprise me at all due to his behaviour with alcohol.

"Is my presence not welcomed!* Roseline pondered. "Um... Wait here, Rose. I'll just get something" Martha said in a brisk and scurried Good Lord! How can she leave her alone with the King?? What the hell is wrong with Martha?? Roseline cursed angrily in her mind. There was a maid passing by with a tray of drink and Lincoln stopped her, taking a cup from her tray. "Care for a drink?" He turned to Roseline and asked. "You should". "Thank you, My King'" she answered shyly as she collected the cup from him and took a sip.

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.