Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

I admitted, my voice barely rising above the soft music playing in the background. Kade raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Then we’ll have to make up for lost time.” I laughed softly, almost shy. “You say that like you’ve been planning this for a while.” Before he could respond, the concierge arrived, holding a black bottle of wine. “Laevinus Noir 1884,” he said, offering a small smile. “You know your wines, Sir. This is a rare blend and only a few bottles remain.”

Breathe Kay. I felt very nervous as I stood there in silence staring at the floor. Zachary stood over at his drink cart mixing up a drink while I stood there trying not to panic. “You’re nervous. Like always.” Duh. I mean, you hate me so why shouldn’t I be? Plus, all it takes is one slip up and we all die. “I have noticed for some time that your stone is no longer a sphere, Princess. I want to know why that is.” He hissed, walking over to me with two glasses. “Take this and drink it.” I started to object when he added. “Decline and see what happens.” I don’t like hard liquor like this. I took the glass from him. I could feel all their eyes on me, and it only added to the pressure I felt. “Dr

The waiter asked, having responded to the signaled call. "Give me a bottle of red wine, cold whiskey and champagne. Make certain that the champagne isn't cold. How do you prefer your wine, miss Nelly?" "Chilled." She replied eagerly. "Well you heard the young lady, so go get our orders." "Yes sir" the waiter replied and walked away. "Don't give me that look. You told me yourself that cold whiskey was your favorite alcoholic drink. In your exact words 'cold whiskey knows how to whisk me away from a cold situation.' Remember?

His eyes had these magnets which were attracting every fiber inside my body towards him. “Y-your…y-your…” A lone tear escaped my eyes with my lower lip trembling. “My what?” He rasped as his black raven eyes were dwelling inside my emerald ones as I whimpered when he clenched my hairs in a fist at the back of my neck. “Your whore.” I admitted and he smashed his lips against mine. “Let me treat you like one then.” He growled inside my mouth. * Zaroon Durani a billionaire with his roots dwelled in mafia is a reserved person who didn't like any one to enter in his personal space as his peace was all that mattered to him.

Despite being around my age he looked far older with traces of botox. "You too," we took a seat and I watched his eyes light up as the waiter brought in a bottle. I on the other hand was in the least bit surprised because I had ordered it. It was an Eclipse Royale 1988. One of the most expensive liquors in the world. We got to eating although I barely touched the food. Business over a meal was never a good choice for me. It felt too informal. "So I wanted us to go over the last agreements before signing the deal?" He muttered and I nodded. So our engineers should be able to start work on the foundation and all.

Aire, standing in her father’s doorway earlier that day. Close. Too close. Nia’s stomach twisted. Across town, Marcus poured himself a drink and didn’t touch it. Because discipline was cracking. And love—wrong, forbidden love—was demanding to be seen.

He shook Brian’s hand and found the man’s grip to be crushing. Dominic showed no reaction but it gave him a glimpse of Connolly. He was aggressive and used force to take charge of any conversation or situation. Why did Samaire want to work with this prick? “Would you like a drink?” Dominic asked. “We’re highlighting an excellent Merlot from our reserve label.” “Wine from… here?” Brian exclaimed giving a theatrical shudder before flashing a smile. “Well… I guess when in Rome...” “You haven’t had wine from this region?”

Not superheroes as we have already established but, I bet they’d raise a couple eyebrows …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 1829 "Is he yours?" The obese, but well-dressed man inquired, glancing at the shaky figure holding a tray beside him. "Why yes Connor. Not too expensive either. Cost just 30 for that one, and 50 for this one", he said grabbing the poorly dressed woman beside him a little closer to himself, making her sigh in discomfort. "Impressive, I must say. Get me another mug of rum now" he said, without even looking at the dark-skinned male beside him.

I tell no one in particular then turn to Dante "See yourself out. You're not invited here" ******************************************