Crystal Head Vodka Onyx Novels & Stories

As usual, his hands and arms were loaded with heavy gold -- chain link bracelet, diamond-rimmed Rolex Masterpiece, massive rings set with star sapphires and smoky topaz. I licked my lips and crossed my legs when I sat down across from him. But Vlad had only business on his mind. “I am launching new product,” he said, handing me a draft brochure. Vladi Vodka was introducing a line of premixed specialty martinis: apple, chocolate, key lime, orange, cherry, and lemon.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

He was quite mischievous by nature, after all. Heather chimed in at one side, “It’s so easy to make money while working under you, Director Locke.” As she spoke, she goaded Evan and said, “I would definitely finish ten glasses in a row if I were you.” Evan looked at the vodka with a frown. The vodka had an alcohol content of 40 percent, which was indeed much lower than that of the previous bottles of liquor. However, he really couldn’t hold his liquor. Was he going to drink himself unconscious here today for a pay raise? Still, he didn’t forget to remind Matthias by saying, “I had a glass of vodka just now.”

Harper speaks for the first time tonight strolling over with a glass of what I’m guessing is vodka from the clear liquid. Octavia sits up taking the glass, clinks it with harper’s then takes a big gulp. “Gods Harp what is that.” Octavia asks choking. “Uh it’s a harper special; Vodka, Malibu, Bacardi, Gin and a dash of lemonade.” She says with a wink. I scrunch up my nose that sounds terrible. Octavia shakes her head but tips the glass back and finishes it anyway, “Whoo, that’s one way to wake up.”

Maybe she was being dramatic, or maybe she was just being plain stupid, either way, she was sure she didn't deserve to feel this way. “No, Chloe! I don't think you do.” Hailey said. “Yes Chloe, you should listen to your friend,” Zach said. Chloe rolled her eyes with a grunt and then she saw a bottle of vodka starched in between the coffee maker and the toast machine. She walked to it and grabbed an empty neat red cup. She poured it into the cup, but it seemed like it was coming out too slowly, so she started to drink from the bottle, her throat burning as she drank it, down to her chest.

My heart sank. “I was looking it up and asking around. You can have a max of two a day and on special occasions. However, they need to be mixed and you are limited to gin, vodka or whiskey. So, having a vodka cranberry is okay. If you don’t want sweet, you can do whiskey and soda water.” The bartender smiled at me. “I have both.”

“You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.” “Thank you, Maestro,” I say, bowing my head in respect. Vance walks over to an iron workbench and pours three glasses of dark, distilled wolf-whiskey. He pushes two glasses toward us. “Drink. It cuts through the chill of the war-zone.” I take a glass and swallow the burning liquid in one gulp, the alcohol firing through my throat while Peyton sips his cautiously, sniffing the rim first. Vance chuckles at Peyton’s paranoia. “Jamaican Blue Mountain moonshine, aged in charred silver barrels. The water temperature during distillation was kept at absolute zero to extract the raw magic.”

The elite-quality Crystal Spring Pill shocked everyone present there. Disciples, elders, and peak masters looked at Severin in a whole new light. Ferland's worries disappeared in an instant when he witnessed the thumb-sized Crystal Spring Pill hovering in front of Severin. His jaw dropped in a mix of excitement and astonishment as he saw the nine golden lines across the vivid jade-colored pill.

I bite out sharply. Something like speculation sparked in Vitalo’s expression, the depths of his dark eyes swirling with questions, but he didn’t ask any of them which am thankful for. He popped the top of the champagne and it bubbled out as with a regular bottle. When he poured it into the two flutes, I recognized the distinctive orange label of the bottle. “I didn’t know you could even buy this.”I say as I stare at the expensive bottle. “It’s a special order,” he shrugged.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.