Kingsman Agent Whiskey Novels & Stories

And just like that it’s like I’ve never left! Colton’s POV: Sitting I’m my office watching my queen at work feels great this feels right. My previous PA lasted for about a year before she thought she could get me drunk enough to sleep with her. Fired her on the spot haven’t heard from her since, good riddance! After that unfortunate event Valerie came back to help out as a personal favor to Lexie until she was ready to come back. We paid her handsomely and added more funds to her pension plan. Other than that life has been great beyond great blissful my New York Karma location broke the top 100 hottest places in the world to be and once that article hit the stands the people seemed to come f

He made himself comfortable on a seat across from mine. "Uh... okay, Martino. Tea, coffee, water?" "No whiskey?" I shook my head. "No, I don't encourage alcohol on the job." "Oh. Care to make me an exception to that rule?" he asked, a little hopeful. Succumbing, I called in Jasper and asked him to get whiskey from a nearby liquor store. I saw the surprised furrow of his brow before he left to run the errand. They all knew my rules. He was surprised I was asking him to buy whiskey.

Liam's POV Liam's Penthouse “What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.

Only Bourbon, Whisky or Vodka. Sighing, Isadora didn’t really like any type of alcohol, as it made good people and wolves do stupid and hurtful things. Her brother Chase had gotten addicted to wolfsbane-infused brandy, and whenever he had been binging, she was always on the receiving end of his fists when he would return home. Feeling that it would be rude to decline, she nods and whispers. ‘Maybe a little glass of Whisky.’

To her, only Kieran was allowed to touch us. I quickly coughed to disguise it and smiled. “Apologies… I think I might actually get that drink after all,” I said. “I’ll go get it though. Stay right here for me.” And as I stood up, I gently touched his cheek to seal the promise. A gesture that caused another stir inside me, taking all my control to push the wolf back. Goddammit. They were making this so unnecessarily difficult. “Your strongest whiskey, thanks,” I said to the bartender. “Add it to Jack Hamilton’s tab.”

He was still focused on his laptop, his face lit by the blue glow of the screen. "I don't want to bother you." "You're already bothering me. Might as well commit." She couldn't tell if he was joking. His voice gave nothing away. Slowly, she walked to the island and sat on the stool across from him. Far enough that there was no chance of accidentally touching. Close enough that she could see what he was drinking. "Is that whiskey?" "Scotch. Macallan 25." She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded expensive. Everything in this house was expensive.

In that crowd, even if that person turned to ashes, he could still smell the traitor's scent. That person sat down on a chair, smiling so innocently, but for Gin, it was the smile of a bloodthirsty beast. He smirked. "Chivas, what are you doing here?" Chivas - the alias of the person in the organization. She pointed her finger over the menu to the word: Bourbon. Now, he can't even do it, he can only do as she wants, take Bourbon from the glass case, pour it into a glass, and push it in front of Chivas. She took a sip and then replied:

“What is important is what’s been going on here since I’ve been gone. Are those infants about to crawl out of that woman or not?” “Not quite yet,” my Beta says. “We had a bit of a scare, but she’s fine now with some rest. The pups should be just fine.” I grunt and head over to my wet bar. The maids keep all my bottles of fine whiskey underneath the bar where I can reach them, and I pour myself a glass. I pause for a moment watching the one-hundred-year-old liquid swirl around in the sparkling crystal before I gulp it down. Perfection. “Your Majesty?”

the maid persuaded. Alexander stared blurrily at the bottle and nodded. "You may leave...thank you." The maid smiled a bit and left his room. Alexander struggled to sit properly before grabbing his tumbler again. He opened the bottle of whiskey and poured some of the alcohol inside. Letting out a sad sigh, he gulped down the whiskey. The whiskey was hotter than the others, but tasted quite unique. "Ah, this is so good," he muttered. He poured more of the alcohol into the glass and drank it.

Grace asked, “Midnight distilleries are shit.” He smirked, “You would think so, coming from Frost Pelt, but I agree. I just got off the phone with a liquor dealer to the north who imports from overseas. He’s gotten me a meeting with the owner of Blue Ice Wolfsbane Whiskey as he can’t cut me a standing deal on it himself.” Grace didn’t even flinch. I envied her acting ability. “It’s the best whiskey in the world,” Grace said, “Felix never stocked it except in the VIP rooms. It’s hard to get a hold of, I hear.”