Izutsumi X Marcille Novels & Stories

Seeing the Moretti brand on him could skyrocket my sales. “A perfect plan,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I drafted an email. *** Email to Chris Bruno Mars Dear Fashionista Chris Bruno Mars, I hope this message finds you well. My name is Gabriel Moretti, and I am the founder of Moretti Shoes, a brand dedicated to combining elegance, comfort, and innovation in footwear. Your impeccable style and influence in the fashion industry have inspired countless individuals. I believe your unique presence aligns perfectly with the vision and ethos of our brand. It would be an honor to collaborate with you as a brand ambassador, showcasing our latest collections and embodying the es

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

They needed to discuss a few things about their union, and Marco still hadn't said a word about it since they arrived. They had a bottle of Château d’Yquem, one of the most expensive wines in the world, placed on the table before them. Mimi took a sip of the liquid and sighed. “Don’t you think the beach looks so beautiful tonight?” She asked, breaking the peaceful silence. Marco merely nodded absently, his mind elsewhere as usual. He didn't want to spend any more time with her, but her presence had oddly become calming. “Do you know that oversized blazers are currently planning a huge comeback?” Mimi asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she spoke about fashion.

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

Niccolo said, picking a cup of wine to give her. Massimo picked another, giving her instead. Violette took it. "Ouch. Territorial, huh?" Niccolo raised his brows at Massimo who glared at him. "Marina Peruzzi" Marina introduced herself, and Violette liked her immediately. "Nelson Gambino" Nelson introduced gruffly. "Don't mind his gruffness, he's a silent psycho" Niccolo said jovially. "And you're Niccolo Peruzzi? Marina's stepbrother?" Violette smiled at him.

Another, a more exotic mix of mango, avocado, and grilled shrimp, tossed in a light citrus vinaigrette. Of course, no billionaire's dinner would be complete without an impressive wine selection. Three crystal decanters sat gleaming beside each setting. One, a deep ruby red, held a rare vintage of Château Margaux, its label proclaiming a year known for its exceptional harvest. The other, a pale gold, contained a crisp, dry Chablis, perfectly chilled and ready to complement the seafood. The last one was her favorite, a fruity wine with a red ribbon tied around it.

So tonight, I’d give him something to look at. I spotted his cousin, Zetico, by the wine table, handsome in a way that wasn’t trying too hard. He had the same dark eyes as Romero, but none of the weight behind them. Just enough charm, just enough danger. I walked straight up to him and let my fingers trail along the edge of the table. “Is that the red from Piedmont?” I asked, eyeing the bottle. “I've always wanted to try it.” He gave me a crooked smile. “Still a little young for that, aren’t you?”

He extended a heavy crystal tumbler toward my face, completely ignoring the fury of my speech. "The repetition was for emphasis." And because my throat was completely parched and my animal was vibrating with stress, my fingers snatched the glass, and I drained half the dark fluid in one massive swallow. "My compliments to the cellar." "A Vieux Château Certan. Two thousand five." "The tracking data means nothing to my lineage." Though the velvet texture on my tongue was undeniably spectacular. "An exceptional season for the Bordeaux vines because of the dry winter cycle—"

"Mr. Amber please take a taste. I want this ignorant thugs to know that they messed up with the wrong person today." Kiel Amber nodded and smiled as he swirled the wine around for a few moments. after that he closed his eyes and put the grass under his nose to get a whiff of its scent. A satisfied expressions appeared on his face immediately. He took a light see from the glass and immediately looked in chanted by its taste. He opened his eyes after. "It's the unmistakable face of RomanéeConti." He exclaimed excitedly the moment Kiel Amber said that, Hazel's expressions turned into one horror.

Amanda laughed, “Was your ex a sommelier?” Nala stood up and in a mock French accent she picked up the bottle of water and laid it on her right hand, “I would recommend this 1759 vintage bottle of La Armada blend of pinot meunier and Nebbiolo grown from the highlands of the Himalayan Alps. The dark cotton soil gives it the characteristic bouquet of the sweet dark chocolate and has notes of coffee and strawberry. It pairs well with the charcuterie board.” We all howled out in laughter at her impression as well as the very incorrect details.