Novel & Cerita Blind Shark Tavern

Allowing her father to wheel himself ahead of her, she passed through the doors of Sharkie's, a small bar off Popp's Ferry with a rustic motif and an ancient feeling about it. Standing there a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, she tried scanning the faces for Morgan or Lily, or anyone else she knew for that matter. While she had driven past the place a few times, she had never been inside, and unlike the bar she visited out by I-10, this one she could appreciate. The booths were quaint with leather couches and the tables were of an old finish that glistened when they were polished. The clientele was also of a higher caliber and not leftovers from the day labor place.

"Damon must know some magic spells to tame this wild tigress." Mira smiled and blushed. "He is like uncle Uday..." Meanwhile Damon finished his work and was coming back with Madhan and Yang. He saw a burnt house on the way and asked Madhan about it. "What is this place?" Madhan smiled nervously. "This is Mira's old house, I mean Kabir's house where the accident happened!" Damon frowned. "Stop the car!" Madhan looked at him bothered. "But_" "Stop the car!" He ordered.

I park my bike, swing my leg off the frame, and stride inside. The bar’s dark and dingy, just the way I like it. As I storm across the concrete floor, every patron lifts their head to look at me, no doubt feeling the energy I leave in my wake as I pass their tables or booths. The bartender, a swarthy panther shifter named Dagger, looks up when I stalk toward the steel and carbon bar-top at the back of the pub.

The bartender from last time wore a frown the moment he sighted us, wanting to disappear into another corner, when Zilla snapped her fingers at him. “A bottle of vodka and fruit juice. Pleaseeee,” she dragged. “Or should I take my noise and money elsewhere?” she arched her brows, arms folded. The bartender gestured towards the empty booths. “Welcome to Howl and Growls Bar, ma'ams. Feel free to have your seats.” Even the deaf could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “You should really watch your drinking habit, Toasty. Between you and Roger, I don't know who’s the worst drunk.”

I stood up suddenly startled. I forgot about that, yikes! "Um, sorry. Yes, I'm working at a shop near the harbour, master. It's just a small tavern, have you heard of it? The Great Blue Booze." I said as I sat down. I noticed Kaifei-san looked at Yūgi-san on the corner. "What?" "Yūgi knows a lot about those things. I'm betting he also know that place." "It's a tavern called the Great Blue Booze." I repeated.

Devlin’s gaze followed Liam. It was a giant sea exhibit, filled with various water predators from all over the Union. Sharks—and big creatures that looked a lot like sharks—were battling it out, with smaller fish trying to hide among the picturesque caves. A huge white shark tore into the blue one right before their eyes, coloring the water with blood. “This is sick,” Julian grumbled. “Figures that Liam would like that.” Amused, Devlin smiled, but when he glanced at Julian, he looked genuinely nauseated, his face pale.

“Now, go. I need to finish all of this before going to that boring place." After finishing all the papers, I went to the bar called Delight. It looks like a normal club that everyone goes to when they want to dance and drink however it has a secret that no one knows except for those who are loaded with money. This is where the Sweet Delight is. A human auction for slaves or whatever you want to do with them. They don't care because all they care about is the greens that the buyers have in their wallets and banks. I went to the bartender and ordered a special drink called Sweet Delight that can only be ordered there. After taking a sip, I moved my finger to tell him to get closer.

"When have I ever been anything but a sweet, quiet girl, neighbor boy?" Celt lets out a low, gravelly laugh that vibrates straight through the floorboards. He doesn't bring up the black-market potion dens or the silver blade I keep strapped to my thigh. Twenty minutes later, the sedan pulls up to a secluded, stone-walled tavern nestled in the northern quarters of Silverpine City—a high-tier dining den reserved for pack leaders and high-ranking enforcers. We step into a private timber booth lined with dark fur. I toss my canvas work bag onto the wooden bench, grab the leather menu, and order three heavy cuts of seared venison without a second thought.

Kimberly complained as they had just disembarked from the Ferris wheel. "Do you want something to eat?" Kimberly nodded quickly. "I want seafood; I'm tired of bread and meat." Nicholas took a deep breath, thinking for a moment about which restaurant to visit, considering it was getting late, and Kimberly needed to take her medicine soon. "I know, now get in the car quickly. I'll take you to the restaurant you want." A 15-minute drive later, they arrived at Barner's Tavern, a luxurious restaurant known for its special dishes like squid risotto and crispy fried calamari, which were very famous in London.

- If I have no heirs, yours will be there. - Oh no, don’t even think about it; my children will never lead a mafia; it’s too risky, too dangerous; they won’t serve as bait for the vultures. - So, I’m bait for the vultures? And why don’t I see them? - Because they fear you too much. We arrive at the tavern (the name given to one of my buildings that includes a hotel, two bars (one with strippers and the other for karaoke fans), and a brothel where auctions take place.