Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

And for a moment, I let myself pretend that things weren’t broken between us. When we pulled apart, I gave him a look that said I didn’t want to talk anymore. “We should probably go get that drink now.” We descended the stairs to the wine cellar, which was dim and lined with new and old bottles of expensive drinks. William moved ahead, unlocking the glass cabinet near the far wall. He reverently ran his fingers over the labels before finally selecting a bottle. “1967 Château Margaux,” he murmured. “One of the last drinks my grandfather collected himself.”

Eric said with arrogance. "Hey hey hey....Calm down okay.... Ignore him" I said quickly as I didn't want him to create a scene. Soon he brought our orders and kept them in front of us. "What would you like to drink?" He asked and gave us a small menu that had names of plenty of wine. I looked through it and finally decided. He asked me and I said "Penfolds Grange Hermitage" he noted and asked Eric he ordered "Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru"

It took her a while, but when she could think of nothing else to offer them without being so blatantly obvious that it would get her fired, she finally gave them another pile of napkins and went to check her other tables. Picking up his spoon, Keegan said, “Well, might as well lay it on me.” Then he dug into his chili with such relish Marc wondered what it was exactly that was in this chili. “Aye.” Marc paused, running his well-rehearsed words through his mind. But in the end, he decided there was no sense in beating around the bush. “They’re comin’.” “Who?” Jace asked with an impatient tone. “The soul suckers.” Marc took a big bite of his chili and moaned with approval. He took another bite

Her gaze was fixed on mine as she received the glass of wine from me. “Go on. Taste it,” I urged. Her eyes fell to the glass in her hand and she stared at it for a few seconds before putting it to her lips. She started with a sip, then she went on to deplete the wine by half. Humming in satisfaction, she held the glass up. “Damn. This is good.” She sounded like a young girl that had just received a wonderful present. I let out an amused chuckle at the sight. “Château Margaux, 2015.”

“Nice to meet you Josh, sorry I kept you waiting.” “It’s okay. Ready to check the space now?’ he asks, and I nod in excitement. We proceed to check the space, this one isn’t like I envisioned it. I take some pictures and ask him the price for this space. Even though the price is not so bad, the space isn’t what i’m looking for, so we head over to the next space. I drove us there, and on the drive there I got to learn more about Josh and I could tell he liked me and wanted me in one of his properties. As we got into the street of the second space, which was a five minute drive from the first space, I knew this space would be the one. The street is a busy one, offices and residential houses ar

“I’m sorry for ruining your moment with Dianne. It won’t ever happen again. I promise. Just let me stay, please.” Tumawa lang silang lahat. “Now I know your weakness. Take what you want.” *** Lance gave up his three most expensive wine to make them leave faster: Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France, £8,310; Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux, Vosne-Romanee Premier Cru, France, £4,894; Egon Muller-Scharzhof Scharzhofberger Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese, Germany, £4,577. Of course, Anna won’t let Gabriel drink them. She plans to just buy beer for the both of them.

Heads pop up from cubicles, phones come out, and whispers ripple through the open-plan office like wildfire. “You cheating slut!” Marcus yells, marching straight to my desk and slamming both hands down so hard my monitor shakes. “You couldn’t even wait one fucking day? I make one mistake and you run off and marry that mafia piece of shit? Valentino Delucca? Are you serious right now?” I push my chair back, heart hammering against my ribs. “Marcus, get out. This isn’t the place…”

Mia recognizes the type—not Raiders, not staff, just people who are good at ending up near interesting situations. She takes the glass. "Thank you. It's been a team effort." She looks at the champagne. Clear, normal color, nothing visibly wrong. Claire is holding her own glass, already drinking from it. Mia takes a sip. The first hit is stronger than she expects—a burn that goes straight down, sharper than any champagne she's had, and she's had enough in Milan to know the difference. She keeps her expression neutral. "Not to your taste?" Claire's eyebrows rise with performed concern. "It's Dom Pérignon from the Weston cellar. Thousands a bottle. Elias specifically requested it for tonight."

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

Councilman De Luca. The name has shown up three separate times now, attached to offshore transactions that connected directly to companies linked to both the Morretti family and the Garcino. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but coincidence didn't repeat itself this neatly. Nothing about this was random. I grabbed another page from the stack beside me, comparing the dates again. My chest tightened slowly as another connection clicked into place. “Fuck,” I whispered. I slid the paper towards him. “Look at the dates.”