Kingsman Agent Whiskey Novels & Stories

Moments later, he reappears with two glasses filled with dark, amber liquid. King silently hands me one of the glasses, his fingers brushing mine briefly before he settles into the armchair opposite me. I bring the glass to my nose and sniff: whisky. It's been a long time since I've tasted alcohol and I definitely need some after what happened today, so I take a tentative sip. The liquid sears its way down my throat, but it's a welcoming burn.

No one really knew what happened but all they knew was that the princess slashed the prime minister head off his body with a sword and after she was done she ordered for the ball to continue and they all had to pretend that they did not see the dead body and the head rolling on the floor. “Good whiskey “ Lucy said as she twirled the glass cup and the liquid and the ice moved in rhythm. “Ohh that brand has been the most ordered recently. But it’s to be expected as it was made by one of the best distillery company out there” “you really know your stuff” “Thank you princess” Lucy picked up the whiskey bottle and read out the name “Janus” The name sounded familiar. After trying to recall with no

He looked like money and trouble mixed together, the kind of man who’d seen every dirty corner of the world and come out on top. He lifted a hand. I wheeled the cart over, trying to keep my voice steady. “Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?” His eyes dragged over me slowly, from my pinned-up hair down to my legs and back up. A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “Vintage whiskey. The ’82 if you have it. Neat.” I blinked. Whiskey before breakfast? “Of course. One moment.” I bent to check the lower shelf of the cart, feeling my skirt tighten across my ass. When I straightened, he was still watching.

Confused by that unusual request, Alexis' mother Inna asked: "Whiskey? What for?" "Oh... It's just that a few years ago a person told me that whiskey can relax you, so I thought King Alex might have some to make him feel better" Luka explained smiling mischievously: "For example, some evil alphas give whiskey to their omegas so they can do bad things to them in the forest..." "Luka!" Niurka said in alarm, hearing her son's bold words. But without pausing, looking Alexis in the eyes, Luka asked: "Do you think a little whiskey can relax you? It helped me a lot in the forest that time, so many years ago..."

Something about the color is soft and sexy, and it gives me the courage to go along with my plan. My Christmas list may be short, but it's certainly specific. A man with arrogance and enough of a hot body to take my mind off the pain that haunts me tonight. I grab the drink menu and flip it open. It lands exactly on the page I need. American Whiskey . The best kind there is, damn it. My jaw drops when I read the prices.

“Of all the whiskeys I’ve got…” Rihanna cocked an impatient eyebrow at the glowering wolf’s back and repeated firmly, “Jameson, Daniel. Please and thank you,” Reaching under his t-shirt to run a thumb over the new stitches, Darius said, “Give me a Macallan.” “Already got it.” Daniel lowered a full glass over his friend’s shoulder. “Now that’s a lot of booze. Why didn’t you give me this before the surgery?” He lifted the glass to his lips and drank. “Hey Donald, Daniel, you ever been shot?”

She wonders if any of the doctors have checked him out, and if perhaps he has a concussion, which might explain why he's staring at her. Once behind the bar, she quickly gulps down a bottle of water before selecting a whiskey glass and polishing it meticulously. She then searches for the best whiskey on the shelf. During a slower night, Malia had taken the time to explain the different varieties, highlighting their distinctions and which ones were preferred. "This one," Malia had said, holding up a squat bottle with a golden label, "is Alexander's favorite. Serve this to him, and he'll fall for you instantly."

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh