Beerus Novels & Stories

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The smell of fresh coffee drifted through the air. I walked downstairs at an unhurried pace while keeping my thoughts to myself. My footsteps echoed softly throughout the enormous hallway. Then I immediately spotted Caleb waiting near the entrance. He held a tablet inside one hand while carefully reviewing the day’s schedule. Several documents rested beneath his arm. The moment he noticed my presence, he straightened his posture immediately. “Good morning, Alpha Lukas.” I nodded once while continuing toward him. “Morning.” He glanced down at the tablet again. “We have several meetings scheduled throughout the morning. The board members from New York will arrive before ten o’clock. The acquis

But the fever muddled everything—twisting sounds, blurring edges, making the world feel distant and wrong. I parted my lips. A vial touched them, cool glass against heat-flushed skin. The moment the liquid hit my tongue, I recoiled, clamping my mouth shut. “So bitter,” I choked, swallowing against the urge to gag. “It’s medicine,” he said, his tone oddly dry. “It’s meant to be bitter.” I scowled weakly. “No. You forgot the berries. You always add berries—I like them.” A brief pause followed. “I’ll remember next time,” Arlo said. “Now drink.”

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

Marvin said but before he could even finish the sentence, I've already emptied my third bottle for tonight and grabbed my fourth to join their toast. "Cheers to Top!" I shouted and they all gave me a quizzical look but I ignored all of them and continued bumping my bottle to their bottles. "Cheers to Thoughts At Midnight's upcoming live event!" They all frowned at me but I didn't mind their reaction and gulped down the beer once again. "Y-yeah, c-cheers! Cheers!" Mike backed me up like he always did and even if they are all seemed quite skeptical with my weird behavior, they still cheered for Top.

Me- “Fuck it. We’re on our way” Becca turns into a wild banshee depending on what she’s drinking and it’s not pretty. By the sounds of it- it looks like a bourbon night. Double shit. Can I handle her when I myself am slightly drunk? If I want to help my soon to be brother in law I will have to.

“What kind of beer do you have here?” “Anheuser Busch products like Bud Light, Beck’s, Budweiser. We also have Michelob and Michelob Ultra,” she rattled off. “What do you suggest?” “I find we ladies like light beers. You know, ones that aren’t too strong. Personally, I like Michelob Ultra.” “I’ll try that. If I don’t like it, I’ll order a Coke,” Ava said. “All right, honey. I’ll be back in a minute.

Kelanar sees a modest building with a bird with fiery plumage painted on the side. “This looks really nice.” Kelanar follows Henry inside. Henry sits down at a table and waits for a barmaid. “What would you like to eat?” Kelanar picks up the menu. A bar maid comes over. “Welcome. What can I get you to start with?” “I want an ale and a meat and cheese tray to start with,” says Kelanar. The barmaid writes it down. “For you, Sir?” “A well-seasoned blue steak, an ale, two shot glasses, and a bottle of triple distilled chief proof grain alcohol.”

Jossie's POV: There is a beer produced by werewolves called, 'Wolfweiser.' It's brewed and spiked with wolfsbane. It's about the only beer wolves prefer. Because, its effects on us are stronger than the average beer. The cans are purple with the logo in bold gold. There is a wolf howling towards the moon on it. Wolfweiser is used at large backyard parties. There are a few knock-off brands but nothing beats drinking a Wolfweiser. Before I left Nathalie's apartment she gave me a can. "Don't come into work today. Just stay home and try to relax," she insisted. "Drink one of these if you feel like you're about to shift and give me a call."

Jessica chuckled. “No alcohol on this bus,” Myrna said. “If you want a beer, you’ll have to brave the other bus, which we’ve monikered the pigsty bus. The roadies keep to that one mostly. We have bottled water. Juice: orange, apple, cranberry or grape. And Trey’s new addiction, black cherry Kool-Aid.” “Water is fine.” Myrna retrieved two bottles of water from the fridge and sat across the table from Jessica in the booth. Jessica took a long drink.