Cognac Villain Novels & Stories

He was yet to complete his words when I cut him off. “Uncuff him and you all come inside, let's have some fun. There's lots of food and drinks. I began to walk in through the front glass door. The boys watched me for a while skeptically before leading themselves in along with the one who stole. “C'mon boys, I told you to uncuff him. He deserves to have some fun too”. I told them and rushed to the wine ware. “ I've got a good collection of wine. I ran a quick finger through the names and found a long line of wine from Krug Clos du Mesnil, Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Penfolds Grange,The Glenfiddich, Hennessy Richard, The Macallan M Black to a host of others could get one confused. I finally s

I nodded in agreement as I read. Vargan has made a lot of enemies which later ends up in my favour. His cruelty and arrogance will lead to his downfall.... And I will make sure of it. I will take back what's mine.. No... I will take everything that was ever his. ​

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

The man could have any female he desired. “Atlas,” he called, “I want you to make certain of this information from other packs. If there is truly an Alpha deluded enough to think he can have our pack, then I’d be happy to kill him.” Atlas nodded. “I will leave this—” While setting the cups down, Celia accidentally spilled wine on Nicholas. He hopped to his feet, wearing an aggravated features as he looked down on himself. Celia winced, putting her hands over her mouth in dread. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

He looked at Sarah. "Miss Wilson, this is Veuve Clicquot." Sarah said patiently, "Don't you all know?" Vivian spoke with contempt, "Miss Sanders, listen carefully. This is the world's most expensive champagne, 'Shipwrecked.' Found in a sunken ship's wreckage over twenty years ago. Miss Sanders, you're wrong." "No, you're all wrong." "What?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. Sarah continued, "Though 'Shipwrecked' was found in sunken wreckage, it was called Veuve Clicquot before it was lost. Even with its new name, that doesn't change the fact that it's Veuve Clicquot."

Something about her made all the sirens in my head go off, but I ignored the feeling for a moment of fantasy with my little archduchess. “Our best bottle here is Domaine De La Romanee, and it was given to the airport as an award for being the best airport in the air.” The lady informed, causing Viper to reveal all of his charms. The man knew how to get into ladies’ panties better than anybody else that I knew. If ever I would consider expanding to prostitution, I would fucking leave him in charge of that. “That’s just perfect. Now why don’t you be a good girl and bring it out for us?” He smiled his million-dollar smile, and I just sat waiting for all of that to be over.

But it was like the old bastard clearly knew exactly what he was doing. We stopped in front of the bar. “Two glasses of Cognac,” he said to the bar man, as he faced me again. Vittorio studied my face carefully before chuckling softly. “I can see that you have absolutely no love for me whatsoever.” I stared at him coldly. “Good,” he continued. “I would have it no other way.” I said nothing, majorly for fear that if I opened my mouth right now, I might genuinely threaten to kill him in the middle of his own party.

"And you still say you’re not a thief? A bracelet made of sapphires like this… Is that something a poor loser like you could afford?" Then he turned to Aurora with a spoiled tone. "Aurora, I like this bracelet. Will you give it to me?" Without even waiting for her answer, he slipped it onto his wrist. Seeing the only relic my mother left behind about to be tainted by this man, I rushed forward. "Let go! That’s something my mother left me. Give it back!" Amidst the struggle… Clink. The bracelet fell heavily to the floor and shattered instantly into several pieces.

"Which helps us to feel less guilty about not supporting French coffee, which while quite nice, isn't in the same class as Hawaii's Kona coffee," Mahana said. "The cognac is Louis XIII," she explained, pronouncing it loo-ee trays. "This is French and is considered the finest cognac in the world." "We had this the other day," Krista said after tasting it. "We didn't realize what it was, but it is very delicious and very strong."

An hour later, Victor stepped out of his luxury car outside the high-end restaurant, dressed in a sharp grey and black suit paired with dark black sunshades to make a striking appearance. He walked inside, his expensive leather shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. He quickly spotted Kai and Damien sitting together at a corner table, talking intimately over half-filled glasses of fine red wine. Neither of them took note of his arrival. Victor took a seat at the small table directly next to theirs, sliding his sunshades down into his pocket. A young waiter hurried over to Victor’s table. "What do you want, sir?" "A bottle of Don Julio for myself," Victor said calmly. He then pointed