Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

Connor said darkly. “I can call them up here if you’d like to try,” Mr. Templeton retorted, then turned to me. “I brought something.” He handed the wine to me. It had a label with a black-and-white drawing of a huge manor house and the words ‘1982 Chateau Lafite-Rothschild.’ 1982?! Holy crap. “Thank you,” I said. “This looks… uh… really nice.” Connor peered over my shoulder and then smiled acerbically. “Of course. Nothing but the best $9000 bottle of wine for my father.”

“Are you offering the same to Denton I assume, seeing as he is likely to be drawn against me?” Vincent raised his eyebrow suspiciously. “I’m guessing the balls are ridged or something, there is no way the glamor draws you and Kingsley manage to pull are fluked,” I stated flatly. “That, Ivan is why you’re not like the rest,” he chuckled, pouring himself a large measure of whisky. Alcohol does very little to shifters unless you have a seriously dangerous amount of it, Vincent seemed to think it added an air of nobility to proceedings. In the dark, concrete walled office, he could have had confetti-pasted showgirls bopping in here and it would still be hell-hole.

Taking the arrow in his hand ,he inspected it carefully . Chuckling, Stephano took the glass of wine and raised it, " for our upcoming victory. " Remaining three conspirators too raised their glasses and repeated after him. 💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

But the gloved object was supported by a special material that kept it from shaking or shifting when the box was shaken or thrown. Beverley carefully took the object out of the box. She opened the case, and her eyes widened. Her hands trembled as she held the cold object. Her mouth hung open, speechless. “Do you like it?” “Brent ....” Beverley stared in horror at Brent. She quickly put the object back into the box. She shook her head violently. “Are you out of your mind?!” Brent chuckled. He picked up the object and looked at it with a smile. It was a bottle of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne.

His voice was clearly calm. Robert looked at Derek, then back at his six-foot six, 200 eighty pound uncle, who was gazing intently at the four beefy men. “This is racing, to make it something different… " “No, no,” Fuckly Bones said. “I just got out of hand, there's nothing more to it. Great race.” “Extraordinary, much obliged, Fuckly Bones,” Brain stood out his monster hand. “You realize you've gotten a few that way.”

The convoy of black SUVs roared to life, speeding through the city until they reached his downtown club. Music throbbed, lights flashed, but Lancaster’s arrival silenced the room. Patrons whispered, the staff froze, and the bouncers straightened like soldiers. Then his eyes landed on a scene that tested his patience. Damian’s car was parked recklessly across the entrance, his friends loud and drunk inside. Lancaster’s lip curled. “Drag him out and park the car properly.” One of his men hesitated. “Sir… that’s Damian Cole. If we—”

he responded. What a dick. “Look, this is not how I run my business. If you want her, wait in line. The waiting client specifically requested for her.” Blade argued. “You are speaking to Luke Zalchini,” there was silence. Benny’s head snapped. He looked like he was about to pop a socket. Muscles seem to show a pleasing reaction, and Blade cleared his throat before he stuttered. Blade never stuttered. He makes people stutter. “Mr. Zalchini, I don’t think I ever got the privilege of meeting you. I didn’t know you were in town.”

And in the center, a telescope pointed toward the sky through the open ceiling above. "Oh my God," I whispered, taking in every detail. Then I noticed the charcuterie board, carefully arranged. Cheeses, fruit, nuts. And beside it, a bottle of wine with two glasses. It was a Kensington. Not just any Kensington. The 2015 vintage, one of the best we'd produced in the last decade. Rare. Expensive. The kind of wine a man buys when he really wants to impress a woman. The kind of wine Nick definitely couldn't afford.

"I just returned the favor." Dante stared at me for a moment, then nodded slowly, It was a sign of respect. "Cold," Dante murmured. "I like it." "She's a natural," Sloane added, sipping her drink. "I told you, baby cobra." The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine that probably cost more than my father’s life insurance policy. He poured. "To the Alliance," Nico said, raising his glass. "To the Alliance," the others echoed. I raised my glass and drank, It was a deep, rich red that tasted of iron.

“What do you mean?” “About 2 years after she had visited, we were invited to attend an Alpha crowning ceremony at the Red Stone pack. It was a small pack just a few hours away and unless there is a good reason an Alpha never refuses to go so I went with Tony, Cole, Ryan, my brothers, and several guards. Anyway, at the ceremony Tony met his mate Opal. She was so small and reminded me of a pixie fairy, the kind you see in children’s cartoons and Tony was instantly in love so much so that they mated and marked that very night. Since Tony had met his mate and she was the now Alpha's sister we were invited to stay the night and I knew Tony wanted to so we all stayed, there’s no way we would have