Maestro Novel Tequila Novels & Stories

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

I grunt and turn around and head back to my section. “Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost….” Jade says as I stumble in and drop beside him. I ignore him and signal the waitress. “How may I help you, sir?” “Ten shots of your strongest tequila, and keep them coming.” “Woah, dude, what’s wrong?” “Maija ‘s here,” I reply as the shots arrive. I grab two and down them immediately. “Woah, really, you should go talk to her.”

Jack stared at Eland with a bemused frown. "You're completely insane, Eland." Eland, on the other hand, seemed relaxed as he leaned back in the comfortable chair. Occasionally, he whistled happily, his spirits soaring high. He had already finished his tequila glass. But Eland always excelled when it came to handling alcoholic drinks. He didn't get drunk easily and remained focused no matter how much he drank, as long as it was tequila.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

“Being the perfect, quiet ornament.” Daniel’s grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into the silk. “Good. Keep it that way. Tonight is about legacy.” The room went silent as Michael Blackwood stepped onto the raised dais. The patriarch looked like a titan carved from granite. He raised a crystal flute, his voice booming through the vaulted rafters.

while seething with rage and a desire to defy him. "Fetch me the whole bottle of tequila," Master commanded, waving me off with a dismissive hand. I hastened out of the room, my feet moving swiftly as I fought the urge to vomit. The sight of blood always left me queasy, and the guard's lifeless body haunted my thoughts.

“I think you are making shit up.” “It’s a fruit.” Willow rolled her eyes at him. “However, it’s typically used as a veggie. Maybe we need to get you to open your palate some.” “How did everyone do?” Jo ignored their banter. “Anyone get all of them right?” “I got six right.” Isabelle held up her paper. “I got six.” Alpha Jackson held up his paper, too. “But give her the prize. I already won.” “You say that…” Jo walked to where she pulled out the diapers and grabbed another bottle. “…this is a Clase Azul Ultra Tequila that is worth around $2,000 ish dollars. Enjoy.” Jo handed it to Isabelle.

Tomas: I’m outside, preciosa. My stomach flips again. McKenzy peeks over my shoulder. “He didn’t even text ‘here’ like a normal person. He’s so suave, it’s disgusting.” “It really is,” I agree, grabbing my clutch. She follows me to the kitchen, pouring two quick shots of tequila. “A new pre-dance tradition,” she declares, handing me one. I smirk, clinking my glass against hers. “To making Tomas sweat.” “To making Tomas suffer.”

But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape. I pull my eyes from him, not wanting to stare at my fated mate for too long. The longing from my feline crept back to the surface. “Well,” I clear my throat and stand, making my way to the three decanters that sit on a wooden tray. I pick one up without looking at the label and turn over a glass pouring a few fingers of the clear liquid. Tequila, I observe, the scent of strong alcohol hitting my nose. “Deep subject” Mason chuckles and I throw him a quirked look of exasperation. His deep brown eyes widen, the comical look in his eyes turning to one of seriousness. “Sorry, Princess.” He says adjusting his seated position out of embarr

Maestro: This day is getting better and better. First Dice (my vp) and I finally came up with a plan to get out of the gun trade with the mexicans. Hopefully within the next month we can come up with an agreement. I will pay whatever they want to get away. Now my sister Ruth called me with a present. Phoenix's little sister Robyn walked into her diner and all alone! It would seem Jace let little Robyn out to play without her chaperone. After talking to Dice I left the club. Now I'm on my bike going 70mph to get to the diner before she runs!