Crystal Head Vodka Onyx Novels & Stories

begging silently, Please don’t mention, don’t say anything about my prison time in front of all these people, please — her eyes clearly conveyed this plea! Shen Xiujin's eyebrows quirked. Caught off guard, he lifted his finger towards the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hand and smirked at Jian Tong, his lips curling into a cold smile: "I know what you want to say. Fine. If you can drink this entire bottle, I will grant your request." Jian Tong looked at the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hands, her face deathly pale. Belvedere vodka is one of the more famous types of vodka in the world, with an alcohol content of around 40 degrees. Jian Tong's complexion was pale as she stared at the body of t

Adom craned his neck and presented his neck for Sebestian to bite him. "please..." Adom mewled for the last time before Sebestian sunk his teeth into his long neck. Adom gasped and moaned as he felt his orgasm overcome his whole being, and he spasmed underneath Sebestian as he came hard over his own chest and stomach. As he filled the condom to its brim while flogging short and deep inside Adom, Sebestian pursued him closely. His knot stayed lodged deep inside as he rode out his orgasm. He pulled back from Adom's neck and licked the mark clean. His boy was shivering underneath him. Adom's member continued to spurt out semen as he remained in the throes of ecstasy.

I quickly grab a coat to run outside when suddenly, the door breaks open. From where I stood, I could smell the stench of alcohol all over the room, it's so strong that I'm feeling tipsy and I didn't even drink. He's drowned himself in alcohol, he obviously has a death wish. A drunk Jasper staggers into the room with a bottle of alcohol. I made to grab it from his hands and read, "Spirytus Vodka. 96% volume. My word! this is insane." What the hell was he thinking getting that much alcohol. "Jasper, what are you doing." I put the bottle away and lend him a shoulder.

POV: Sylvia The crystal flute felt cold in my hand, the vintage Krug bubbling with a soft, expensive hiss. I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, overlooking the gray, industrial sprawl of the city I finally, legally, owned. "To the 'Little Doe,'" I whispered, raising my glass to the wind. "May you finally find the peace of a permanent reset."

The man lifted his hat slightly while glancing mischievously at Krystal who was looking at him with a sharp gaze. "Well, it's not bad for a start, though I really want to blow that flirty guy's head off." Krystal muttered to herself as she gulped down the margarita in one gulp. She then ordered five glasses of scotch at the bartender to get rid of the throbbing effect that was absolutely nauseating for her. If only she could get her head off, she would definitely do it to get that throbbing feeling out of her head for a moment. "You don't look all right."

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. Are you taking my order or not?” “Oh! What would you like?” she asked. “What’s the most expensive drink here?” “We have Mendis Coconut Brandy, Diva Vodka, and Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she listed. “Which is the priciest?” “Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she replied. “Fine. Bring me two bottles of that, and give everyone in the VIP section a bottle each,” I said. “Wow, Mr. Adrian. So generous,” she smirked, clearly teasing me.

No one would dare to provoke Thomas anymore. They knew very clearly that they were the animals, and they could never hope to fight against this terrifying lion! Thomas exhaled and looked at Craig. “Mr. Eastwood, do you have more?” Everyone was speechless. ‘Does he have more?’ Hah. That was Everclear Grain Vodka, something with 75% alcohol content. It was one of the strongest spirits in the world, and he was not satisfied even after drinking two bottles? Did he think he was drinking Heineken?

Priscilla kindly asked while moving to block Sage from the cameras. But Sage shook her head again. "Priscilla, you must've prepared many bottles of vodka, right?" A look of surprise appeared on Priscilla's face. "Yeah. You want to drink some?" "Yeah." Sage nodded. Priscilla ordered her subordinates to bring in the vodka. Mimosa had released the vodka in new designs. The alcohol now came in tiny oval bottles. At first glance, the product seemed more like a bottle of perfume with a simplistic design instead of vodka.

Within a few seconds, a hot bartender walked up to me. "What may I offer you, Sir?" "Five shots of tequila and two bottles of Hennessy," I ordered for my favorite drinks. She stood there and skimmed my face for a while. I believed she was shocked about my order or seeing me around. "Oh, and a bottle of Viva vodka," I added. 'Viva vodka is the most expensive drink in the club.' "You should be Matt, the billionaire!?" She concluded my order. "You are new here, ay?"