Cognac Villain Novels & Stories

It was about one man. Cassian Nyx. The villain deserved better. Not because he was powerful, not because he was feared, but because no one had ever truly stood beside him. They admired his strength until they needed someone to blame. For three years, Adrian had faithfully followed every chapter of Chronicles of the Celestial Hero—more than eight hundred chapters filled with wars, betrayals, bloodshed, and broken promises. Through it all, one character had remained unforgettable. Cassian Nyx. The most tragic character Adrian had ever read. The villain everyone feared. The monster everyone hated. The man Adrian pitied the most.

I say quietly but resolutely. "Listen to her," Isobel's voice echoes from behind us in the quiet room. She leans back in her chair, staring at the distance. "Florence is an idealist and for once, everyone in this cursed realm should actually listen to her. She's right. This pack hit rock bottom because everyone before her chose violence, corruption, and lies. Let her do it her way." Susie and I step walk through the front doors and freeze on the top step. Parked outside is a white van. Bold black letters are printed across its side that says: NEURORETRO CORP.

“I fondly call him Gee but his real name is....” “Sis, your phone is ringing!” Frank cuts her short, handing her the phone. A broad smile is plastered on her face as she picks it. She stands up and walks up the stairs still talking to the caller. **** It's a quarter to 9pm and were still drinking. I mean Frank and I. Kate is pregnant and according to her she can't take alcohol. Instead, she's taking non alcoholic champagne. I don't know why I have this strange feeling but what I know is that something ain't right somewhere.

Jo had already heard the interesting story years ago. They chose the name for the cognac as a tribute to King Louis XII of France, the reigning monarch when the Rémy Martin family settled in the Cognac region. He was the first monarch to recognize cognac as a category in its own right in the world of eau-de-vie.

Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face. "P-p-lease, I-I'm so-orry," he sputtered through his busted lips. Alexander's face held no sympathy. From a young age, he had been dubbed the Duke of Ice, the moniker had stuck for a reason. He had no empathy for the sniveling human meat bag, only an icy rage. "What are you apologizing for? Stealing from my casino," Slam, "for harassing my staff," Slam, "or for insulting a lovely lady?" Slam.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Even though I was used to insults like that, my cheeks flamed in embarrassment all the same, especially seeing as all those around us had stopped doing what they had been doing and were looking at me. "I'm so sorry," I apologised again and sped up my pace. "The fuck are you good for, huh? Bitch can't even go around serving half a tray of champagne," Nick spat at me, making my eyes sting. No, I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My vision blurred because of the unshed tears but I didn't stop picking up the broken pieces of the glass, simply wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. I hissed as one of the pieces cut my hand, blood pouring out. It hurt, but I didn't c

After Lacles left, everyone in the room was excited. “Damn!” “Young Master Mangold, you are freaking awesome!” “Even the owner of the Grand Ocean Hotel came himself to present you with these expensive bottles of vodkas! I have never heard of this before!” “I checked online and these seem to be the Crown Vodka, a limited-edition alcohol. It’s probably expensive.” “Following Young Master Mangold around and enjoying the privilege is the bomb!” Lacles put the two bottles of vodkas in between Andrius and Zenith.

He cleared her throat once and entered the quadrado, pushing the bar cart. "Good evening sir, I'm Carnation, your server tonight," she began. They have a rule in the Casa de Lujuria, as the server of a VIP guest— always smile and don't forget to mention your name. Carnation frowned when the VIP guest ignored her, not even looking at her, so she continued, "Here's your Rémy Martin Fine Champagne Cognac VSOP, 40% alcohol by volume, with a cork stopper, 750 milliliters..." Carnation is not accustomed to alcohol. But Mist strongly recommends that she should study the types of alcohol, so when she is at home or in the hospital she really takes time to study them.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known