Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

“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—”

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.

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.”

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

“A toast to Serena, courtroom conqueror and mystery woman of the hour. And to Sophia, the best best-friend hype woman I’ve seen in a long time.” Sophia laughed as I raised an eyebrow. He popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into the long-stemmed glasses one of the staff had left behind. The aroma hit me first, soft, smooth, and somehow screaming money. I tilted my head and asked, “How much is this wine, exactly?” Kyle chuckled. “This is Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac. Just a little over two million dollars a bottle.” Sophia choked on air. “Two what?”

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!

Richard took out his phone clicked the image of his watch and pressed the search option. The result of the search showed the authenticity of the item along with its price. He tilted the phone towards the shop owner. The man stared at the screen and his jaw automatically dropped, "7.5 Million dollars...!" he exclaimed in shock, "Sir, you might be joking with me, I am just a small pawn shop owner, I can't buy something so expensive even if I sell my shop to you" his words were stuttering as the man grasped what he was seeing.

The sun was shining brightly already, which reflected on the clear blue water of the pool. Devin led me inside the house and it’s just like the outside as I expected. Furniture made of indigenous materials, mostly bamboo except for the tables and shelves. It’s very artistic and sophisticated even if they were made from pallets. “Wine?” he asked without looking at me, rummaging the cupboard and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of Chateau Margaux 1787. Yes, I knew a thing or two about wine because of him. He was wine connoisseurs even before we dated.