Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

I took a step back maintaining a distance from the awkward men. The men gazed intently at King Lee waiting for him to so anything at all but no, he remained fixed backing us. Then his hands began moving. He took the bottle and poured a full glass of dark gin. The color alone described the bitterness it must possess. King Lee took a sip facing us and he drank till he was satisfied. He still had his glass as he ambled to the man on his knees in between the knights. He raised his hand and dropped the glass on the man's head.

Johnson, whose name was called, hurriedly answered, laboriously moving his bulky body to rise from his seat and leave. "Johnson is still as impulsive as ever," the king lifted a bottle of red wine from the table, personally opening it and pouring it into a transparent crystal glass. "Klaus, you never fail to impress me, you are the most outstanding alpha among us werewolves." "Allow me to offer this cup of wine to Klaus." The king smiled as he looked at Klaus. A servant dressed in black immediately respectfully handed the wine glass to Klaus. "Thank you for your reward." Klaus raised the glass from the servant and downed it in one gulp.

I asked if the panic in me started to rise. She shook her head, “It’s the king’s call, nothing you have to be worried about. I have to go now.” She wrenched her wrist free. “All workers have to report immediately.” She took to her heels again and I just watched her fade away until she was only a dot in the distance. What a strange pack, I thought as I turned to walk into the house. My eyes caught something from a distance, it was a man, approaching me with a bottle of…what was that? I wondered. When he got closer, I recognized him with wide, confused eyes. It was King Ethan and in his right hand was a bottle of Whisky.

Andrew smiled while taking his bowl, and we sat side by side enjoying our bowl of ice cream. "He told you his name. He never tells anyone his name, his first name, or anything really. " "Why doesn’t he ?" "He’s the king; he doesn’t need a reason to do what he does." I ended up choking on my ice cream, becoming a slurping and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the chair and was beside me once again with a glass of water. He was the king, Killian was the king. Of course, only I could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why would he look so young? He’s over a thousand years old! "

I know I just decided to help, Don't worry I wouldn't bit after all you are going to be my date for tonight " I choked on the water I was drinking when I heard what he said. Oh my God date, Who's date ,I raised my head to look at Edward but he didn't response or react to what he said . " Sorry sir owen but I think you are mistaken this whole thing , Am not your date but am just accompanying you to the party " " Haha and that makes you cheap ,I think you decided to switch to sir owen ,since the king doesn't want you anymore '

Ashby teases, shooting me a playful wink. I roll my eyes, "Very funny." Summoning a waiter, we place our orders – a bottle of whiskey, vodka, gin, and rum, a symphony of spirits to fuel the night. Water is ordered for Ashby, who, in a fleeting commitment to health, claims to be on a diet. The vibrant scene around us continues to unfold, a tableau of desire, laughter, and camaraderie against the backdrop of the club's dynamic ambiance.

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

She was about to say more when two wild trucks caught everyone’s attention. Two Ford Rangers were driving in the field’s direction, both vehicles accessorized and lifted. Two men came down from the first truck, bridging boxes of Jameson Whiskey. One announced, “Jameson whiskey for Mister Kean’s birthday.” A tall man with curly blond locks stepped down on the second vehicle. He wore a brown coat that reached his thighs and fitted denim jeans down his long legs. He was good-looking, arrived in style, and carried himself confidently. Instantly, all eyes were on Alexander Jenkins.

Axel’s voice says which also makes me jump, I turn away from the mirror to see him leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smile on his lips. “It’s great, it seems kind of different to Hannah’s.” I say looking back in the mirror, he walks closer to me so I could see him in the mirror too. “That is because each wolves marks are different but also, as I am King you have unique features on yours.” He tells me placing his hand on my waist while looking at my mark through the mirror, a pride kind of expression playing on his face. “It has my wolf as like many mates has, also having our initials underneath but underneath that, it has the symbol of the royal for obvious reason

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.