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.”

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

“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. 💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Click. The suite was a sea of blue silk and white marble. A bottle of Dom Pérignon sat in a silver ice bucket. Two crystal flutes. A bowl of strawberries that looked like dropped blood. "Is this your idea of a sanctuary?" Ignatius kicked the door shut. He didn't look at the view of the Place Vendôme. He looked at me. "It's a holding cell with better thread count." I walked to the table. I picked up the bottle. The ice was melting. "Drink? Or are you too busy playing the Demon?"

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.”

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.

Korin bowed, his hair hanging over his features, body stiff. The dark-haired vampire crossed the room, stepping between us. His figure was much bigger than Korin and I wondered if they would fight… would Abe be able to counter his cousin’s speed? Would Korin be able to handle Absinthe’s strength? “Were you invited to Miss Brennan’s room?” Korin lifted his head, his gaze sliding to me, before he looked at his cousin, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly. “No…”

Then Dereck gave a speech that rendered me speechless: - Thank you all for your support and loyalty. I've been blessed by the moon goddess by granting me my mate twice, then when she gave me my place and power, and again with magnificent offspring. But that's not all. As you know, my couple and my family are not ordinary. That's why I've also decided to crown today my life companions: James Tariss, Mathis Blaine and Reed Orlando, Princes consorts. The crowd greeted the news with glee and burst into applause. Tears and a huge smile took possession of my face as Atreus, Kratos and Raphael, who had been taken into confidence, advanced down the center aisle with velvet cushions on which rested s