Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

He turns to the bartender who came over as soon as he saw us "Get her some girly shit. Light. I'll take whiskey on the rocks" "Hey" "You're not getting drunk on my watch" I'm about to protest when he shows me the tattoo between his index and middle finger. He's trying to distract me but I'll fall for it because I'm curious "It's our tattoo. Only high-ranking members get it. Your father, Angelo, us, and a few guys have it"

His chiseled jawline and high cheekbones give him a sharp, striking look, while his rosy lips hint at a charming smile just waiting to break free. His eyes are a piercing shade of brown, bright and clear as if they hold the secrets of the universe. His hair is a rich, jelly black , perfectly styled to look effortlessly messy. It makes me want to run my fingers through it. l order another drink, just so he would come and serve me a again and he gives me a knowing look, smiling softly as he hands me another glass of Martini. I stare at him all night, ignoring Isabella's teasing comments. "You look at him like you want to eat him up," she tells me jokingly.

Normally I was working, either at one of the clubs or conducting the business to keep the Bratva afloat. Something told me that I would be eating more meals at home in the coming months. “This one,” I told him, showing him the label. A peninsula red from the Southern Rhone Valley of France. Aged fifty years. Easily a fifteen-hundred-dollar bottle. “Excellent choice,” the owner stated, nodding his head. “Shall we get back to your companion?” “My wife,” I corrected him. His eyes widened. “My apologies, Pakhan! Please accept my sincere well wishes on your happy union.”

He screamed in a high, demented voice, "What is the meaning of this incompetence?" Davis wheezed out a sigh, a single racking cough shaking his body as flies escaped his bloated lungs. "Maybe if you stopped killing my body guards I would be more secure in my position! Besides, we could not have anticipated these... interlopers..." Davis trailed off, gesturing up to the speck in the sky, where Invictus watched and waited.

If he was an invincibilis fighter, they were truly no match for him. Inferno read their minds and said, “It’s impossible that he’s an invincibilis fighter. I’ve looked into him before and he was just a perfect-class master fighter two months ago when he took part in the common world’s Martial Arts Cup! Our leader claimed that he is half a step away from invincibilis state now, so we’ll surely be able to kill him together!”

They are both elated when Mr Davon invited him to join with some whiskeys. At first, Connor Carter Vozinelik is hesitant to take the same glass as him. He is such a meticulous type of person, which makes the drug lord perplex. A light chuckle is heard from Mr Davon as he pours him a drink from another glass. “Nice outfit, I love it. It fits you perfectly,” he said, complementing the handsome CEO. His hazels eyes darted at Mr Davon’s face. “That’s a precious compliment from you. You look fantastic too,” his smile resurfaces his white and aligned teeth. But, unfortunately, Connor is not a badass, just like Paul sees him every day.

Chandler asked. His brows went upward, as Vincent took a seat across Chandler. “It is not your business whether I bring acquaintance or not.” He looked at the glass of wine that Chandler offered. And then, Vincent drank the wine in one shot, which soon, he regretted because the wine taste so bitter for him. “Ack,” Vincent squinched. “This is so bitter. Who will enjoy drinking wine like this?” Chuckling, Chandler replied, “That is an insult to ‘Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992’ that worth $500,000.”

It wouldn't bode well if he were to arouse jealousy at once. "Not everyone is qualified to drink this liquor," Ignatius replied calmly, but his gaze shadowed as he watched Sebastian leave. "Sebastian was able to drink about half this bottle, which shows that he has excellent innate aptitude." "What? Dad, what does this liquor have to do with innate aptitude?" Ignatius served himself more food and smiled. "This liquor cleanses the tendons and purges the marrow. However, those who do not have sufficient innate aptitude will die after drinking three glasses. The vital energy inside them will explode!

“Winner: Luna Sophie Turner. The challenge has been answered, and—” “Wait,” Connor interrupted, holding up something. “There's evidence of cheating.” Everyone went silent. Connor showed a small vial he'd found in Vanessa's gear bag. “Bloodwrath serum. Banned substances that enhances strength and aggression temporarily.” Vanessa's face went pale. “That's not mine.” “It has your scent all over it,” Connor said flatly. Christian stepped into the ring, his expression murderous. “You used illegal enhancements?” “I didn't use it! I just had it as backup—”

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?"