Crystal Head Vodka Onyx Novels & Stories

“Here you go.” “This looks amazing,” I said, admiring the colors swirling in the drink. “I didn’t know you could make cocktails.” He smiled, about to say something, then paused. “Wait.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a small glass vial filled with crimson liquid. My smile faded. “You know our kind rarely gets high from alcohol,” he said as he uncorked the vial. “What’s that?” I asked warily. “Red ortis. Purified,” he said calmly.

She pushed him and looked at him, panting heavily. Rayan closed his eyes tightly and nodded, controlling himself. It's really hard. His body was trembling, he was sweating. Of course, he can't go against her will, no matter how crazy he is. "Do you have alcohol?" Hearing that Rayan opened his eyes, stared at her in surprise. "What?" "I saw you were drinking whiskey. Do you have whiskey?" Crystal asked hastily, biting her lower lip. Rayan nodded and pointed a box on the driver's seat. The box is full of whiskey. Crystal gazed at the box and quickly leaned, reaching her hand to bring a bottle.

“I dislike surprises.” “Yes,” Hart said dryly. “We know.” Nyx approached the table once more, tray now replaced with something… different. A slender glass decanter filled with a deep crimson liquid. Two shot glasses. And a third placed directly in front of Noah. “This is part of our private service selection,” Nyx explained . “A curated experience for guests seeking something beyond the ordinary.” Noah didn’t touch the glass. “Define beyond the ordinary,” he said. Nyx’s lips curved faintly. “An indulgence of the human senses.”

Then I headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Oh!" I groaned, closing my eyes as I let myself drop onto the couch in a plunge. I rested my head back so that my face pointed heaven wards. 'I've had one hell of a nasty week!" I mumbled, pouring myself a half-glass full of cold Palmsway vodka. I took a sip and squeezed my eyes as the liquid travelled down my throat.

The wine taster took a sip, and then his expression became unpredictable. 'The wine is Billionaire Vodka, which was launched by Leos Verres Luxury Group. A bottle contains 5 liters of pure vodka, and it's made of high-quality wheat. According to Russia's traditional brewing method, it has been brewed five times. During the manufacturing process, it has to be filtered through ice before it can be filtered through Nordic birch charcoal. After that, it has to be made of crushed diamonds and gemstones. The packaging bottle is luxurious with a large quantity of white velvet wrapped around it. It's also handmade by craftsmen with 3,000 dazzling white diamonds. Every bottle is a work of art.'

"Let's just say I am accompanying the big boss to his casino." Crystal did not respond when a bartender came in, about to pour whiskey into her glass — which the man finally did. This was the last one. She made a promise in her heart when the rim of the glass touched her lips. "Looks like your big boss is very, very rich," she muttered, after taking a sip of her whiskey. "With his underground business, yes, he is very, very rich." "Oh, yeah? How rich?" She shook her glass in front of the man's face, smiling confidently "But I am sure I can pay you more."

Amber POV I know I’m not the captain of the ship, but he’s going to make sure we have everything we need, and Alpha Crixus is going to give it to us free of charge. “Take them to my house and set up a meal for us all to eat. I need vodka, lots of it because of the guests.” “Have you ever tasted vodka made from corn?” I paused in my steps the moment he asked me that question. I had to assimilate his words and ask myself whether I had heard the right ones.

He slid a red cocktail in front of the witch who appeared pale and shaken. “Don’t worry lassie, we run a clean club and we don’t allow any woman to be harmed here. The boss will speak to those fools Alpha and they won’t trouble you again.” “Thank you,” She murmured softly before taking a sip of her cocktail. Brilliant sky blue eyes lifted and looked straight at Crystal, a small smile curved her lips as she tilted her head and lifted her drink for a sip acknowledging her gaze. “Are you Crystal?” a soft voice asked.

"Once we get to Stratford, we'll spend time just having fun. Whatever you want I'll grant, whether it's traveling on tourist attractions or you want to go shopping, I don't mind." "Well. What are you doing?" Now I'm more interested in the drink Ozgur is making. "Sex on the Beach." He smiled. I blinked. "The name of this cocktail is Sex on the Beach. Made from a mixture of Vodka, Peach Schnaaps, Pineapple, and Cranberry Juice." "How does it feel?" I asked curiously and came closer. Ozgur played cocktail umbrella in his glass, he squinted. "Since when did you become interested in liquor?" asked Ozgur, displeased.

"Fine. Alright then, I'm flattered." "I wasn't joking." "I'm also not being sarcastic." "You better be truthful with your words." "Of course I am being truthful." Eleonor rolled her eyes. "Let's test each other's strength in a secluded area." She suggested. "Okay!" Crystal replied. ***** In Jax's office, sitting behind a huge desk with his hat on his legs, is Jax. A gold-rimmed glass lay gracefully on the bridge of his nose, and he twirled a glass of a fruit cocktail and vodka combination.