Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

His back, chest, stomach and even the neck was covered with the nasty scars granted to him in the past by the people he once trusted. Soon enough, he walked out of the room after getting himself ready in the heavy suit same as Sameul, the only difference was his covered his neck as well. Ace covered his hands with the place leather gloves before hoping on the heavy bike left for him, wearing the jet black helmet on which the scorpion was engraved at one side his narrowed dangerous eyes glared at the way and igniting the engine he took off breaking every traffic law present in the country.

“Cognac?” I thought about the last time I drank alcohol in front of him. We ended up kissing, and I did things that I wasn’t proud of. The humiliation still stuck to my skin like grease, and no matter how much time I spent under the scalding hot showers, I could still feel his hands on my skin. “No, thank you,” I whispered. “It’s an Henri IV Grande Champagne, Scarlett,” he muttered, another one of his silk smiles playing across his face. “One of the most expensive in the world.”

Joachim leaned back in his chair and watched me across the table with an expression of faint amusement in his eyes. "That," he said, his voice a low, condescending rumble, "is a Speyer wine. From one of the oldest preserved vintages in the world. It is considered priceless." I stared at him. "Priceless?” I scoffed . “I have never seen or tasted anything like this.” I said. “Even my uncle, who knows all the drinks in this world, haven't tasted this.” “So your uncle is a drunkard?” He asked, taking a slow, deliberate sip from his own glass, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine.

She shivered s o visibly, that I couldn't help but smirk a t her, a s her body is s o fucking responsive t o my touches. W e enter inside gala and I greeted m y business partners. W e were having great time, when that fucktard, Bechraski came. I cleanched my fist when I saw him looking a t Aashirya with his eyes full o f lust. Everyone i n our group tensed, coz everyone knows that Alexander Bechraski i s a man whore, who i s involved i n smuggling and other illegal activities. When i t was time for dance, everyone one left hurriedly after taking their cue.

His eyes squinted as he saw two girls talking something with each other. “Sir, they’re discussing something.” The bodyguard told him straight, earning a straight nod from the man. “It’s okay, Vince!” Another man uttered—owner of this house. He was drunk but he looked perfectly fine. He smirked, adding, “You’re good at your job. You can choose anyone as a bonus.” He wriggled his brows, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Thank you, Sir, but I don’t want to cheat on my wife.” “Whoa!” The men around reacted so loudly, their deep and loud voices covering the whole atmosphere.

With Boma in his arms, Donovan sought out her friends amidst the jubilant crowd. With a charming smile, he promised them, "You ladies deserve a special treat for all your support. How about attending my victory dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town? I'm shutting down that place with the party tomorrow evening and I will be honoured to have you all there." Boma's face lit up with gratitude, and her friends eagerly accepted the invitation with gleeful nods and excited chatter. They thanked Donovan profusely, expressing their anticipation for the upcoming dinner.

Ciconi Slayers disliked any form of heavy protection and preferred to rely more on teleportation or speed to evade attacks. “Forgive my ignorance, Lord Temujin,” Mr. Olsson said after a star-struck gasp, “but are these lovely cut glass bowls from the renowned glassmakers of the Vulcanus Clan? They’re curiously shallow but no less expressive than a chawan cup. Dare I say you’re exceedingly generous to even consider offering these beauties as a warming gift to me?” “Forget it,” Temujin harrumphed and put the scales back inside his jacket, away from Mr. Olsson’s reaching fingers.

she poured the wine into 3 cups and distributed it to the 3 of us . Victor held the cup up to his nose and he smile " El hap 1722 one of the best whiskeys of all time " he said and I smile " we are here to drink Colin " Dianna said "c'mon sister let's drink in honor of ... " colin enough of this fox act and concentrate" she snap and I couldn't help but smile ,I narrowed my eyes to Victor who was busy drinking his wine with out altering a word .he took his time to observe my little abode and the looks on his face shows how pleased he was .

The song melodies and the smoke , made the flavour of the wine stronger and tastier . Antonio was enjoying the sweet taste of the wine . “ Antonio , aren’t you drinking too much ? “ asked Derrick . “ No ! I am a good drinker . I am just thinking that this is a great wine . I have never tasted such a wine before . “ said Antonio . “ Of course you would like it . It’s a prime quality wine that costs more than two hundred thousand per bottle . “ said Damian drinking his glass .

ooOoo The journal, as Ivor had hoped, filled-in practically all the missing pieces in the jigsaw. It told the story of a former world chess champion obsessed with the events surrounding the moment when, in front of all the world, he had turned into a gibbering incoherent wreck and been led off the platform into obscurity. He was totally convinced that the key to everything lay in finding the purest source of his miracle-drug, certain that all the side effects were the result of impurities. A lot of what Yaraslav had to say was pretty irrational and unsettling, but it was at least consistent. He had lost his own chance, he knew that he would never regain the full power of his own mental facul