Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

Yes, I will do just that! Dropping the spoon, along with my not-so alive bestie, I bow for the guy. “Good sir, my name is Lenox Vincent of the Vincent family. I am a noble man with a sophisticated taste for spoons. My favorite color is blood red, I highly enjoy showing everyone my weiner and my hobbies include setting shit on fire.” Finally, he drops the hat. I am facing an old man, who looks at me with so much adoration and wonder, it makes me feel like a pretty unicorn princess.

Invictus said while aiming his blazing big sword at me, but I dodge it with my scythe. “Of course, I didn’t. It’s the same word you say every time we meet.” I uttered while kicking his tummy when I found an opening. He groaned and used his black magic to attack, but I avoided it in a flash. “Hahahaha! I am Lord Invictus and I am the ruler of every bad soul. And I am the unconquerable demon-beast!!!” he said. I rolled my eyes because it’s the same word he said centuries ago. Nothing new.

His wolf glowed in his eyes, proof of how close to losing control he was. Vin looked down his nose at Connor. It was not an easy thing to do, considering they were almost the same build and height. Connor could bet Vin was an enforcer, or at least a well-trained soldier of the Ice lake pack. The man had the arrogance that came from winning too many fights. Connor was very familiar with it.

But now that they have a new buddy, Hunter, I got dis-invited. “Not this one.” I scowl. “Why? I’ve been invited to every other guy’s night.” “Yes, because you buy the drinks and you’re a great wingman, still you’re not invited this time.” “Good to know I’m not only your ATM, but I’m also your whole wrangler.” I spit, bitterly. “Don’t make it sound like that’s all you do. You’re also our designated driver.” “F**k you.” “I love you too.” He laughs as he walks away, leaving me scowling as I sneak a look over at their table.

But they carried weight. Permission. Invitation. Danger. Amara took a slow breath. “You’re distracted,” she said carefully. “Less… certain.” His gaze didn’t waver. “And you think something caused that?” “Yes.” “And what would that be?” The room felt smaller. Quieter. Like the world outside had fallen away entirely. Amara hesitated. Then— “You,” she said. The word barely rose above a whisper. But it landed. Fully. Irrevocably. Something shifted in his expression.

I knew what kind of wine it was. It was a special wine that was produced at Alpha Vincenzo’s territory. They only distributed it to the officials in their court and outsiders had to pay an arm and a leg to get it. The only time I got to taste it was when my grandfather died and Alpha Vincenzo sent it as a courtesy. I stepped out of the balcony and back into the room, trying to pick out any suspicious scent that would help me understand the situation. As I sniffed around his bed stand, I saw something shimmer in my peripheral.

“My valued guests…” Lacles looked at Andrius with a sincere and eager smile. “I, Lacles O’Conner, am deeply grateful for your visit to the Grand Ocean Hotel. I am flattered. “To celebrate your precious arrival, I want to present this precious alcohol collection of mine. I hope everyone will like it.” Lacles then put the two bottles of limited-edition crown-shaped vodka in front of Andrius and Zenith. Then, the man secretly looked at Andrius.

There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this. A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as Christmas present. On Christmas eve, when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was looking around the shining new car, admiring it.

he asked, arching his brow. I looked up at him, astonished that he’d actually care to ask. “Tell me about it,” I said, shaking my head, forcing a small smile at the glass that I raised for a sip, allowing the taste to roll inside my mouth for a moment. Non-alcoholic or not, the wine in the glass was still like a warm blanket wrapped around me, an old acquaintance. The bartender was polishing the bar, nodding to the patrons in the hall. “Do you know that one over there?” he asked while extending his hand towards Grant.

“That sigh didn’t sound too good.” “No, I was just thinking about how it’s been ages since I just took a breath and not worried about anything. It feels good,” he says, kissing the side of my head. I’ve always had to constantly watch my back and live as if I would die tomorrow, so I understand what he means by that. But compared to how long he’s been alive, what I’ve been through must seem like a breeze to him. He reaches for the bottle next to the tub and holds it up. “It's called Varleaunieux Invecchiato; it’s a blood-infused non-alcoholic wine and safe for you to consume,” he says before pouring us each a glass.