Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. Are you taking my order or not?” “Oh! What would you like?” she asked. “What’s the most expensive drink here?” “We have Mendis Coconut Brandy, Diva Vodka, and Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she listed. “Which is the priciest?” “Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she replied. “Fine. Bring me two bottles of that, and give everyone in the VIP section a bottle each,” I said. “Wow, Mr. Adrian. So generous,” she smirked, clearly teasing me.

It was decribing how ready they were to sip the drink and chill with the loud noise around. "What drink can I get you two?" The Bartender being called as Daniel asked with his warm expressions towards his Alpha and Margie. "Can I have Manhattan and blue ocean for my friend please?" Bastian requested to Daniel. Then, he added, "and could you please reduce the use of vodka for the blue ocean itself? because my friend might be drunk if it is too strong." "Wait for a few minutes." Daniel agreed and began to mix the different liquids in two different glasses.

“You can tell me if you don’t like something.” She blinked up at him. “I don’t really like beer,” she replied. “It’s too bitter.” “What do you drink?” She blushed. “You’ll make fun of me,” she said, dipping her head. “Tell me,” Liam murmured, threading his fingers through the dark just-fucked curls that cascaded around her shoulders. “Sweet wine,” she replied, “Vodka Cruisers, Canadian Club, and dry. I like sweet,” she said with another shrug, not looking at him.

The young boy put the drink carefully in our cups and bowed before leaving. “Were you in the room when Kelvin was born?” I asked and sipped the alcohol. It burned my throat and made me cough. Rowan laughed. I turned the bottle and found that it was a Rylic Vodka 1937 and it is 57% alcoholic. “I don’t think you have seen anything like it before, have you?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t do much alcohol so I don’t know much about it.” Rowan drank it like it was water, I could never.

We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha. - So, what's his name? - Decided to defuse the situation Chris. - Whom? - pretended to be a fool Fox. - Well, who did my ex go to? Chris continued. - You haven't met. - I repeated again. Zel, his name is Zel. But his name won't do anything for you. - Phoenix! Mikhail and Marun shouted at the same time. - Well, yes. I repeated with a shrug. - And you, in general, what was the last thing you found there?

"I've heard so much about you and your Luna. With a bloodline as powerful as yours, I'm sure you and your Luna have a whole litter of strong heirs by now." I frown. Vladimir's expression shifts subtly. "Sarah..." I try to stop her, but it's too late. “As a gesture of goodwill, I had this ‘Black Gold Brew’ prepared especially. It’s infused with the finest wolfsbane, excellent for strengthening an Alpha’s bloodline.” She signals for a waiter to present a bottle of wine. The entire hall goes silent. The color drains from Vladimir’s face, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Wolfsbane?” Vladimir’s voice is a low rumble, like a coming storm.

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh

She struggled not to squirm under his gaze as she replied. "Well there's the dreaded aunt roberta," she said, pointing to it on the menu he had dropped on his table. "It's made with brandy, vodka, gin, absinthe and blackberry liqueur. It's the strongest drink we have and is not for the lightweight, but it's definitely a classic." "We have a winner then," he claps his hands lightly at that.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.