Kingsman Agent Whiskey Novels & Stories

My eyes widen as they settle onto to a bottle of Hors d'Age Cognac. “I see that you are eying my bottle of Rémy Martin Louis XIII Time Collection Cognac that was a gift from King Darius Knight. I know what you’re thinking, but for now no. We’ll share that bottle after you kill your father, and when we get King Darius here to celebrate for the next King of the westside packs. For now, we can enjoy my bottle of Spec’s Cask Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel.” I watched King Alexander reach for two glasses as he heads toward his desk.

It was a cloud of poisonous smog seeping into my lungs, wiping away the haze of the drug and choking me—choking me until spots danced in my eyes. “Can I get some of that, please?” I all but screamed, shouting above the cacophony of their voices as I pointed to Alpha Ryker’s glass. Everyone went silent, even Kimberly though it looked like she had plenty she wanted to say. Alpha Ryker glanced down at his glass, “It’s whiskey—” “I don’t care what it is.” My voice trembled ever so slightly, and I cursed myself for it. “I would like some.”

Quite a clever idea if you ask me, at least like this if the plan somehow gets botched along the way, they wouldn't know who to hold accountable here. The clink of ice going around indicated that he was moving towards the decanter, hmm…how long was he going to drag it out? Seeing as it was the first time I would attempt such, I was quite nervous, and rightfully so. If any of Valerian's people get a hold of this, it would be my head on the chopping block. "Your whiskey is awful!" The man spat out, his voice deep and slightly hoarse as he continued talking. "Rich ass bitch too miserly to afford proper whiskey, fuck!"

I couldn’t place his rank, but from the way the air thickened around him, he had to be beta or higher. He wouldn’t want to flirt with a low-ranking wolf like me. Not like Adrian had. “Whiskey. Neat.” His deep voice rolled into my ears as he ordered from the bartender. Then he looked at me. “And a dry martini, chilled—for her.” He smiled faintly. God, that smile melted some of my pain, made me forget where I was. “Thank you…” I managed, tongue almost tripping over the words. Maybe the alcohol would bring me back to myself.

I finished my drink and leaned into Gianni, "I'm going to get another drink." He frowned at me, but I got up and walked out, knowing it would annoy him. I went over to the bar and ordered myself another drinking, turning to watch the rest of the club dancing to the music. A firm hand clamped down on my wrist and I turned into the face of Agent King. "Get your hand off of me. Or so help me, I will make sure every mafia member in this club knows who you are." He smirked but let go of my wrist, "We need to talk, Kinley. I want to give you another chance."

Talk about what? No reply comes immediately so, helping myself from Mitch's drinks cupboard, I pour myself a malt. It's a good one. I've not seen Mitch drink whiskey, so perhaps James donated it. A deep amber swirl in the tumbler, it's smoky and peaty and washes my throat in honey and fire. The screen flashes again. Want to play? My stomach tightens. I sip at the excellent whiskey. My fatigue is gone. My head is clear. I'm ready.

Breathe Kay. I felt very nervous as I stood there in silence staring at the floor. Zachary stood over at his drink cart mixing up a drink while I stood there trying not to panic. “You’re nervous. Like always.” Duh. I mean, you hate me so why shouldn’t I be? Plus, all it takes is one slip up and we all die. “I have noticed for some time that your stone is no longer a sphere, Princess. I want to know why that is.” He hissed, walking over to me with two glasses. “Take this and drink it.” I started to object when he added. “Decline and see what happens.” I don’t like hard liquor like this. I took the glass from him. I could feel all their eyes on me, and it only added to the pressure I felt. “Dr

What just happened? “Whiskey,” Cal’s deep, rough voice called out. I blinked at him before scanning the shelves, trying to remember which one he usually drinks. It had a black label, but Jasmin hadn’t told me the specific brand. “It’s the third from the right,” he added, as I nodded and grabbed the bottle, pouring a shot into his glass. Those dark eyes of his were locked on mine the entire time. I found myself being drawn into the mysterious depths of his gaze, so much so that I barely heard the whiskey spilling onto the bar. I glanced down, only to find Cal still watching me with such intensity that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. He handed me a gold coin and muttered, “Keep the

"Will some whiskey do?" Cameron smiled mischievously. Mission accomplished! He thought. "Water would have been fine, but sure," he said sceptically with a nonchalant shrug. MJ stood up and got a bottle of Whiskey and two glasses from her stand, and then poured for them both before placing the bottle at the centre of the table. "Don't be such a baby, a few glasses won't hurt," she said mockingly with a devious smirk as she took her seat. "I'm not a baby, see?" Cameron said with a single gulp of his half-full glass of whiskey, emptying everything in a go.

"Let's get something to drink Madine, after my exhausting ceremony I feel more thirsty than usual." The cellar was full of liquors and wine and I pretended to look around. "Do you have a particular drink in mind?" Madine sat down on the long bench situated at the corner. "No, Your Majesty. Anything is fine as long as I can have them with you." I searched for something we could drink without ice or lemon. Then my eyes caught the branded whiskeys on the shelves. I took one and opened it smelling the hard caramel, vanilla, oak, and spice. It reminded me of her as I inhaled it and brought it to my lips for a taste.