Kingsman Agent Whiskey Novels & Stories

I swirled the glass of whiskey in my hand and continued, "I do have other motives, of course. I've heard that Good Nights has the finest whiskey." "Stop joking around." Peter let out a mocking laugh, mercilessly seeing through my lie. "We all know the best whiskey in the world is in one place: your cellar." "Believe what you want." I shrugged and chuckled softly. "Harrison, actually, you are drinking because of Kayla, right?" There was a hint of probing in Peter's voice. I looked at him for a moment, said nothing, raised my glass, and downed the whiskey in one go. Holding the glass in my hand, I reclined on the couch, one hand on my forehead, and exhaled slowly.

Her smile tugged a laugh from him, and he finally asked, "So, princess, what is it you want?" Basia's gaze drifted toward the liquor cabinet. She squinted, then pointed at the very top shelf. "That one. The bottle Uncle Alger gave you." Kane blinked. She was pointing at a rare whiskey Alger had brought him just two days ago, saying he'd picked it up on his recent trip.

I used my wolf sight to zoom in on what he was doing. “Whiskey on the rocks,” His voice passed through the sounds of the room and travelled to my ears. That was the same drink Yulia had ordered. They had been watching her as she was talking to those two scumbags earlier. They had watched her take them down. It was subtle but I saw Stones slip a white pill into the Whiskey. I watched closely with my wolf sight as the white pill dissolved. Iran growled as he also saw it too. ‘Not now’ I sent a mental caution. I watched, quietly simmering with anger as Stones took the drink back to his men.

he said as i gulped down the whole whiskey. "Easy man" he said as I gave him the glass. "Another glass of whiskey, and do shut your mouth" I said loudly. "Right away king" he answered. "I also want whatever his taking" Ariana said as she approached me then sat next to me with wet clothes. "No" I answered. "Why not?" She asked loudly. "A decent lady as yourself shouldn't take hard stuff" I answered. "You are not deciding for me asshole" she said seriously. "King?" Abu called.

Tessa's hand entered the door code until the sound of clicking made the two enter quickly to avoid the cold weather because of the snow that returned heavily, even though the temperature is currently three degrees. "Want to have a drink with me?" Tessa glanced at Axel before, finally, releasing his hands that were hugging her waist. Tessa's small feet immediately took out the whiskey she kept in the drawer of the pantry table. "Since when do you have whiskey?" Axel didn't expect Tessa to pull out the whiskey. "Confidential." Tessa blinked one eye and approached Axel with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in her right hand. balvenie thirty 30 years whiskey. The most expensive whiskey Tessa

She put it down and took a bite from each of the foods, both from the left up to the right side. "Should I taste the fruits and take a sip from the whiskey?" she asked. I quickly moved and grabbed the bottle before she could. "Should I, Alpha?" she asked. "No," I answered with a smirk, then wasted no time in opening it and taking a mouthful of the delicious heavenly content. As I swallowed, a soft sigh escaped me. I had no idea Alpha Damon had such an eye for great whiskey. The whiskey was an Irish whiskey, which was the most expensive whiskey in the world. Just a bottle went for $2 million, and it was worth it.

I bowed my head and bared my neck to him. "There is no need for that, we are in private." The King said. "May we speak?" "Of course your Highness," I said, unlocking the door again and walking in. "Can I send for something to drink or eat for you, your Highness?" "Please, call me Alex." The King said as he sat on the sofa that was in my office. "I think I need something a little stronger. Do you have any Scotch?" "Indeed I do." I smiled and poured. "It's a 50-year-old Highland Park."

He'd been looking for that queen bitch for a very long time and he felt that he was getting close. When Whiney didn't say anything, James let out a theatrical sigh and went for his pack again. This time he brought out a large silver flask that he unscrewed the cap and began pouring the contents all over Whiney. "What the fuck is that?" Whiney cried out as the liquid drenched his fur.

Rowan pushed open the door to sitting room with all the subtlety of a battering ram. “Drink?” he asked, already holding up a crystal tumbler like a peace offering. Silas followed behind him with a tray - actual tray, polished silver, four glasses, and the good whiskey they only opened when someone’s either getting married or preparing for war. Kieran kicked the door shut with his heel, and Damon lingered last, watching me with that quiet, calculating Alpha calm that made my spine straighten.

Fault. “The guy that brought me the bottle said that the boss would be coming to talk to me. I suppose you’re the boss, huh?” “No, I’m not,” he said calmly, downing the drink in one gulp and humming satisfactorily. “Angels Envy.” He grabbed the bottle and admired it in the dim light. “Good whiskey is hard to find these days. Same as a lot of good things, too. It’s so sad, really.” He put the bottle and glass down and looked at me with a smile.