Lucian Books And Wine Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

Virgin no More? WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young or sensitive readers. Discretion is advised. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Sera..." "What?!" She shot back, though her words were slurred and her eyes heavy-lidded-she'd worked through a half-dozen glasses of wine, and the warmth of it was settling deep in her limbs, making the world feel soft and unsteady. Lucian laughed, low and warm. He'd had a few drinks too, but his tolerance kept him sharp-he wasn't about to get drunk tonight, not when he'd waited so long for this.

It disappeared so quickly I almost wondered if I'd imagined it. I finished setting the table before inviting everyone to eat. Just as we were about to begin, another figure walked past the dining room. Lucian carried several thick books beneath one arm, his attention completely fixed on the pages in front of him until the aroma drifting from the table caused him to pause. His golden eyes slowly lifted toward the meal before settling briefly on us. Kael immediately waved. "Lucian! Perfect timing. Come eat." Lucian glanced at the books in his hands before offering a small apologetic smile. "I still have several reports to finish tonight."

Instead, he turned to the aged moonlight wine and poured himself a long swig before throwing his shoulders back and staring at the fireplace like it owed him answers to his dilemma. Lucien, as usual, took a more calm approach, even when the ground beneath our feet was being slid right off. But you could tell that he was troubled in his own way. His brows were heavily knitted with thought, his legs crossed to cosplay relaxation while he swirled a glass of wine without drinking any of it. It was funny, since he was the one always badgering Gabriel and me out of stronger drinks laced with the right amount to make a nice kick instead of plunging us into a permanent slumber.

I didn't use my stemware very often - maybe with my girlfriends last Christmas. "Lucky? I don't think so." He poured out two modest glasses of the Proseco - a sparkling white wine - and handed me one. Raising his glass, he continued. "I'd say smart. As smart as the heroine in that book you had on your e-reader the other night." I stared, horrified, with my glass half raised to his. "You - you read Lady Lust? But it's only available as an e-book. It's not even in print yet!" And it was a very explicit erotic romance - not something many men would ever admit to reading.

He told her. "Hmm," she exhaled. "It's Ok, I understand now, and I actually know it's not really your fact though." Sienna said, "Ok that's good though, so can we have this wine in peace now?" Lucien asked, and she nodded with a smile plastered on her face. Lucien grabbed the bottle of wine from the table, and quickly opened it, as he poured out some content into the two glasses there. He gave one of the glasses to Sienna and took the other.

"But we also drink the most expensive wines and eat the most expensive shit. If I must confess, vampires are very classy." The person that had been eyeing them for about ten minutes now approached them. "If it isn't Vee's trouble beloved..." The man smirked. "And who are you?" Benji raised his eyebrow in question. "I'm Lucian. Rose wine?" The man raised a light pink glistening drink in a transparent glass cup at Benji. Vincent grabbed the cup and sniffed it before handing it to Benji. "Really VeeVee?" Lucian smirked. "Stop calling me that," Vincent sneered but Benji could detect the lingering playful tone before he turned to the male beside him.

They didn’t care if they won or lost millions of dollars, if money wasn’t to buy a moment of happiness, they didn’t know for what it was invented. Red wine, an elegant and sensual dress that turned Lucian’s world upside down, her addictive perfume, her smile, the softness of her laugh combined with the softness of her skin, even that mischievous smile she conquered Lucian’s heart with, the man wasn’t going to resist the urge to make her belong to him.

They made their way to the kitchen and Lorian made quick work of a charcuterie board that had a variety of meats, cheeses, and fruits. Lucian held up a bottle of wine for approval. Zalindra stated “Each?” Lucian smiled big and grabbed two more bottles from the wine cooler. He was about to close the door of the cooler when he stopped and grabbed a fourth bottle. “For Layla.” Zalindra smiled warmly at him and she could have sworn she saw a faint blush on his cheeks before he straightened his face. “Let’s sit in the library so we will be near the door when Layla gets here.” Lorian said as he led the way in that direction.

I walked in and started toward the stairs like something had been emptied out of me, completely failing to register that Lucian was sitting in the middle of the living room. My foot had just hit the first step when he spoke. "Come here." I turned. Those ice-cold eyes were fixed on me. My heart slammed once, hard. I walked over slowly. I stopped at the usual distance, the way I always did. He set down his whiskey. When he spoke, there was something dangerous in it. "Have a good time? Didn't know you had a taste for the finer things — a 1945 Romanée-Conti?" I stared at him. I had no idea what he was talking about.

She followed me and leaned her frame against the island. “It’s almost ten, Lucien... why am I here?” The question came out tired. I uncorked the wine I’d taken from Cassian’s cellar and poured the dark red slowly into two glasses, the liquid catching the light like slow blood. I passed one to her. “Taste it.” She hesitated before accepting it. One small sip— then a soft cough. “Fuck.” She hissed, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “It’s strong.” “Old.” I corrected. “It’s the oldest wine from the Laurent’s reserve. Most people don’t know how to drink it.” I said calmly, taking the glass from her before she could protest.