Immortal Wine Novels & Stories

It sounded like he was in a way trying to mock me. "Okay," I said. I finally gave in. He had said too much already in such a short period of time. I didn't want to hear anymore of his persuasive words and even those that sounded like he was trying to mock me. He said, "here's a glass of wine. Château Cheval Blanc is the name of the wine. It's a whole new shade of red wine. You'll love it." "Thank you," I said politely. I sipped the glass of wine and it tasted good. I didn't want to have too many sips to avoid getting tipsy.

He handed her a glass with a smile, to which she graciously offered a thank you before taking a sip of the wine. "This is a rare vintage crafted from a unique type of wheat only found in select regions of Italy. Only ten bottles are produced each year, and I make sure to reserve five for myself," Mr. Maddox boasted, causing Emma to internally roll her eyes. One thing he relished was flaunting his dominance and achievements. All one had to do was listen and nod politely. That was all it took. "Interesting," Emma remarked, taking another sip of the potent and flavorful wine. "So, what brings you to summon me today? You didn't even give me time to miss you," she teased, playfully pouting as she

It’s very stressing and I would love some good wine for this. “And while it sinks, I can easily swim or heck—even open a portal to hell to escape.” Leviathan seemed to pout and I just chuckled. “If you die—then you die. Sort of anti-climactic with you know, being a powerful immortal demon and all.” I chuckled and handed him a flute of wine that the attendant just bought. “To a successful journey—may we find what we are looking for.” I said and raised the glass, making a toast and Leviathan did the same.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

He gave a suave smile, like a man who knew just how much effort he had put in and who did not need to be told that he was doing an amazing job at winning a belle over. “You sure do more than try.” I twirled my glass under my nostrils and took in its rich smell. “Smells like honey,” I guessed. His eyes lit up with pride immediately. “A woman who knows her wine—lovely. It's Vin Santos.” My brows creased as I tried to recall if I had ever come across it before. “It's Italian. Made from dried grapes.” He raised his glass, and I did the same, clinking our glasses to a beautiful night. “You look beautiful, Iris.” He told me, running his eyes around my upper body.

“Nothing that will weigh you down tonight.” “We’re offering a rare wine tonight,” the waiter cut in as he returned. “Château Margaux, 2010 vintage. Bordeaux. Limited production. It aged in French oak barrels, and carries notes of blackcurrant, tobacco, and leather with a touch of spice on the finish.” He poured small into Dante’s glass and he sipped, giving a single approving nod. The waiter turned to me and poured another. I lifted the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and took a sip. The taste was smooth and not too sweet, but all I could think about was the toy inside me.

Under a wobbling worktable sat a wooden crate the color of old money. I pried it open with a screwdriver and several crisp insults. Inside: six bottles, dark green, corks intact. > Château de Montclair – 1834 Grand Vin – Mise en Bouteille au Château I clutched my hoodie string like pearls. “House,” I whispered reverently, “did you… cellar?” No response. But the silence was smug. I wasn’t saying Varyn House apologized for last night’s ghostly prank with a gift of vintage wine—

Yan earlier became paled the moment Jate said that. Mr. Zayn Julhs frowned. "As of now only a few collectors have managed to preserve this kind of wine. I highly doubt many of them was still exist now, since it's been five decades, I collect top tier wine for a hobby, so if there really is another bottle of Château Margaux 1787, then it would be in my wine cellar."

He pushed the bottle away from him and wiped his mouth when he reached his limit. “Ah…you look so damn sexy drinking like that,” Claudia muttered and drank the remaining wine inside the bottle. “Pah! That was better than the first one.” She rummaged on the table to find similar wine she had. “Hey, why don’t you help me look for this wine?” She held the wine bottle in front of him, showing the name printed on it. “It tasted superb. I prefer drinking this one,” she added and continued to check each bottle. “Heh,” Rupert breathed and moved toward her, closer. He grabbed a certain bottle and drank it empty. “Oh Claudia, I think I found what you’re looking for,” he said looking at the bottle he j

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”