Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

"Hey Elton, come, let's practice!" The cheeky white-robed man decided to intrude into Emma and the Duke's little meal and serve himself some pastries, despite the fierce looks of Liam. "Aren't you going to go?" "Why, don't you want me here? Are you even my friend?" "Go away!" The Duke was holding out the need to send him flying if not for the delicate woman seating on his lap. "General Vien, aren't you going to participate in the tournament?" "Yes, of course, my lady… it will be a marvelous year, and I can't simply lose the opportunity to show off my abilities."

Kenchiki Pov Slamming the file he was holding onto his desk, he stood up and walked up to the liquor cabinet in his office and got a random bottle, and started drinking straight from the bottle. Finished with the first bottle, he got another one, which he noted was scotch. He poured it in a glass, walked back over to his desk, and picked up the file he was just looking at and the little brat that was trying to chain his innocent brother to himself. As if he would allow his brother to get trapped in a relationship with a crazy brat, deciding, he picked his phone and called a drake. Drake was one of the best members of his group with surveillance. He could stalk anyone from any place and no on

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

The Cruel- man; my Advocate! When he came out of it, he was with 3ladies- all drunk, and a lot still to drink. I could see a bottle of Don billiato, Grandeur, VSOP, Johnny Walker Black label, you name them. It was obvious where the money came from- it was mine! “How can I help you, Mastermind?” “Can I have my money, please?”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

the guy behind the table – the seller, Raverine assumed – said, “Since you know Skoteinó.” The masked man then inspected his upper body and confirmed that Raverine is weapon-free. He stood and moved a few steps back away from Raverine and made a quick tilt of his head, commanding him to move forward and face the seller. As Raverine walked past the two shadow vampires, they let their rifles follow Raverine’s head. Once Raverine reached the table, the guy opened the briefcase and Raverine saw a bottle of wine. "One-year-old wine. Ten thousand dollars," the seller said in a thick, synthesized voice just like the two masked individuals behind Raverine and spread both his hands on the top of the

Then he unbuckled his seatbelt and went to investigate the drinks cabinet. He came back juggling four bottles. ‘There’s a 2009 Krug Clos du Mesnil, a Macallan 1926, a Château Pétrus 2000, and something called Blanton’s Gold that I suspect boss won at an auction.’ I picked up the Krug, found two glasses in the cabinet above, and poured. The champagne was pale gold and smelled expensive. I handed Kai a glass, picked up mine, and touched it to his.

Inside, one of the investors was eyeing my wine collection, running his fingers along the bottles like he could somehow understand them by touch alone. “Impressive, isn’t it?” I said, joining him, my tone calm, but with a pride I made no effort to hide. “You’ve got exquisite taste, Mr. Concepcion,” he replied, sounding awed. “Well,” I smirked, “we could talk business, or I could educate you on the history behind each bottle.” “Let’s save the history lesson until my partner arrives,” he replied, looking past me just as I was about to invite him to sit. “Ah, here she is now.”

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

with a sexy chortle, Connor gives him a half shot glass of Cognac. A stiff drink for solid people. The moment he drinks it… the face of the handsome boy was cannot be drawn on paper. By this moment, he is getting comfortable with Connor… his soon to be brother-in-law. While chewing some chips, the Vozinelik shakes the sauce, then it erupted on the floor and some on the handsome boy's face. He can feel the coldness of the sauce, but he just laughs like nothing happened for the reason that the alcohol is taking place inside their conscious mind. Connor finds him cute while chuckling.