Immortal Wine Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Bar. I’m trying my best to get drunk. I’m just checking if liquors in this generation became stronger. They have more advance technology but it’s still not enough to make a vampire drunk.” “Why exactly do you want to get drunk?” “I actually envy mortal in that one aspect. They get drunk anytime the want and forgets their problem even for just few hours. While, us, immortals, remembers every single detail from hundreds of years ago and we don’t even have a way to forget it, even for a second.” “Seriously what’s wrong with you?”

"Sir Carter, I came in a hurry and so I did not bring a valuable gift with me. Here are a few barrels of apricot blossom wine for you; I hope you will accept them." Then he clapped his hands. A few men-in-black walked into the hall; each of them carried a barrel of wine. The barrels were sealed with clay at the top, and the red label looked faded. It was apparent that they were kept for more than a few hundred years. Everyone knew that the longer the wine was stored, the better the quality, especially apricot blossom wine. Zoran smiled. "Thank you, Sect Master Darryl. It is our honor to have you here today. How could I accept these wines from you?"

“I’m sorry for ruining your moment with Dianne. It won’t ever happen again. I promise. Just let me stay, please.” Tumawa lang silang lahat. “Now I know your weakness. Take what you want.” *** Lance gave up his three most expensive wine to make them leave faster: Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France, £8,310; Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux, Vosne-Romanee Premier Cru, France, £4,894; Egon Muller-Scharzhof Scharzhofberger Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese, Germany, £4,577. Of course, Anna won’t let Gabriel drink them. She plans to just buy beer for the both of them.

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

The King came back into the room with an old bottle. "King Simion." "You can call me Gabriel. Here I have a nice bottle of old Bourbon Whiskey." He pours a glass for each of us. I'm glad were on first name base for one of his daughters is my mate. As we drink the warmth of the liquor goes down my throat, I can feel the dark gaze coming from Brayden. I'm not sure why he's giving me such the death glare, but it makes me think of the old saying if looks could kill. I can't shake this feeling of a strong aura coming from him. The confusing thing his aura is stronger than mine and Gabriel. I wonder if Gabriel can sense this as well. I went back to my room to freshen up for dinner. I went for my d

My father said, as he quickly brought out a brown bottle of wine from his bag. I recognized the wine, it was my father’s most prized wine, his father had left it for him, and his grandfather had left it for his father, the wine had been a gift from the queen of England in the late seventeenth century, it was made from rare berries and the blood of a silver omega, and none of the men of my family had ever tasted the wine, instead they always passed it down in their generation, with hopes to serve it to an esteemed guest, worthy of it.

Should he wish to. A large shelf carved out of the wall held rows and rows of a special dark wine that seemed to brew itself within the glass. Blood wine. Only one of its kind in the entire realm, imported from an isolated pack at Nyxdoria's edge. The kind of wine the Alpha King would only have. According to Freya, the grapes for the wine would only grow with blood, and die when watered, producing their ominous dark crimson color. Its mysterious swirling could not even be explained by the wine-makers, so rumor had it that it was initially made by witches.

His chest tightened with an almost painful rhythm, his heartbeat loud in his ears as if mocking his inability to escape the image. He stopped near the sitting room, the private area where his rarest wines were stored. Reaching for the top shelf, he let his fingers brush over the bottles until he settled on the one he needed, a 1945 Chateau Mouton Rothschild, aged, expensive, potent. He grabbed it with a firm hand and poured a generous measure into a crystal glass, the deep red liquid catching the soft light. Without hesitation, he tipped it back, letting the burn of the wine slide down his throat.

But the year stood out clearly. 1900 “That’s... over a century old,” she murmured, curiosity causing her to take a step forward and examine it. Her fear ebbing away. Ethan nodded, his gaze fixed on the bottle as though it held a memory. “124 years, to be exact. A rare vintage from one of Bordeaux’s finest estates. This specific bottle survived two world wars, a fire in the old cellars, and was kept sealed in an underground vault ever since. Only three of these are known to still exist. This is one.”

He closed the door behind him, his expression unreadable. "I brought wine," he said, holding up the bottle. Selena scoffed. "Like I'd drink anything you gave me." Adrian shrugged, walking over to a small table by the window. He uncorked the bottle, the rich scent of red wine filling the air. He poured two glasses, his movements slow and deliberate. "Suit yourself," he said again, picking up one of the glasses. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's a '78 Chateau Lafite. Very rare."