Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

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?”

I smiled, raising my brows a little before I extended my hand to take the shot from her hands that she offered. Sniffing it gave me the same delicacy that I inhaled while I stepped in. "What is it?" I asked confusingly, gulping down the red liquid in that glass. Wow...! I felt a jerk across the body for the first time. It had a heavenly taste that truly I never had before. She laughed louder. "Isn't it awesome?" she giggled, "It's the Firkas wine, the specialty of this town," I nodded agreeing with her, it was indeed the best wine that I had ever tasted. While she was explaining about it, I had a few more shots. I was craving for more but she stopped me instantly.

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.

"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."

The two men committed the ultimate sin together, becoming lovers under the moon even as they share blood. Daisuke, who could see what took place, couldn't help but shake his head at how his host became such an idiot at the sight of the cake. That he didn't even care about the full bottle of scotch within the food on the table, being so distracted by the movie and the cake that he drank the entire bottle and walked right into the pit dug for him.

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