Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

Williamson asked. “Red volcano. It’s fruit punch with Malibu rum, pineapple, and liquid nitrogen,” she answered. “It’s $5.00 until midnight, then it goes up to $7.50.” “I don’t know what liquid nitrogen is, honey, but I don’t think I want any of that. Just bring me whatever beer you got on tap,” Williamson said. “Same here,” Matt said quickly. He has only seen Becky a couple of times. He hoped she didn’t recognize him.

I asked, closing the menu book in my hand and placing it on the table. "Only a few drinks that have a high enough alcohol content can make the werewolf and Leykan feel the 'drunk' effect. Although the feeling of being drunk only lasts for a short period of time," he replied with a sigh and then closed his menu. "In the castle I keep a bottle of special liqueur from Estonia which is quite strong. But strangely last night the bottle just disappeared." His gaze that looks flat but the look in his eyes tells me he already knows who didit. I raised my hand to call the waiter to change the topic of our conversation as soon as possible.

Ryan said. "Thank you for that kid bro". Theo said and Jayden scoffed." for what you just said I will get us another drink but is on me this time". he stood up and left, a few seconds later he came back holding three glasses of drink and gave each of them, they gulped all at once. "Gosh, what kind of drink is this?" Ryan asked as he felt a burning in his throat. "Is called Devil Springs Vodka". he said and Jayden stood up to leave " Are you leaving?"

"Wanna talk about it?" I shake my head. "Well..." Bonnie says "I brought some pre drinks for when we got there but I think you can start now" she leans over into the back rummaging around and pulls out a bottle of vodka. She opens it and takes a swig "That'll put hairs on your chest" she shudders as she passes the bottle to me. I smile and take the bottle taking a drink. "Hey Bonnie" "Yeah" she says starting the car "Have you ever seen a wolf?"

As we made our way to leave the hall, Leon’s drunk-filled voice echoed behind us. “Aldrich, you really got married to my ex, don’t you?” he sneered. “You’re so obsessed with me, aren’t you?” We turned back to see him staggering forward with a bottle of Moonwine in his hand—a drink fermented under a full moon using moon-touched herbs and berries, potent enough to get even the strongest Alpha drunk. He muttered curses as he shoved the performers out of his path as he approached.

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

“‘Classic Cocktails.’ Aperol Spritz—refreshing drink with a light citrus bitterness, 220 milliliters, 170 hryvnias.” “But… how?” he stared, baffled. “I have a very strong photographic memory. You read that I finished my studies externally, right?” “Yes, but I thought you were just a bookworm…” “No, there was no point sitting and listening to material I could absorb way faster than everyone else. And also— I, Victoria Aleksandrovna Lemeshko, am a certified biochemist, senior technologist, and specialist at Nikolai Koshev’s company. Nice to meet you.”

I watched my brother walking into the room with a big smile on his face, but as looked to see that he was wearing also black sweatpants, plain white shirt, black slippers, and his blonde hair brushed back as if just washed it. “What’s with that look?” “I see that you’ve been pretty busy tonight. I just came from your room with three sexy women naked on your bed. I would think right now you would have a face on content, and not a face that looks like you need to get laid.” “That’s the problem, even having sex with all three of them that I’m still not, what you said content. Would you like a Bloody Marie?” “Where did you get the vodka from?” “Where else than from Dionysus himself, because the

“But I get to pick the poison.” Shrugging, I begin to follow as he sneakily makes his way through the room toward a cabinet in the back where all the alcohol is stored. Once he is inside, I wait until he emerges with a bottle of vodka and some cranberry juice. “Basic,” I giggle. “But it’ll do.” “This is Bacardi 151.” Marty points out as we head back toward our lodgings. “If this doesn’t put hair on your chest, I don’t know what will.”

It wasn't a new thing to her since she was a ravishing beauty to behold. She made her way to the bar."A shot of Larvish spark" she told the Bartender. "Yes, Ma'am" the bartender replied looking at her with a bright smile. She didn't seem to care as she looked around the club for any hot guy. The Bartender passes the drink to her, Larvish is a trade mark name for the drinks produced by Odenigbo Group. She takes the shot glasses and chugs it. She felt the familiar liquid burn her throat, which was amazing.