Maestro Novel Tequila Novels & Stories

“This looks like fun.” “The only way to drink tequila,” Cameron sat back on to his heels. “Though it was missing lemon and salt.” “I’ll slice the lemons,” Heath chuckled and walked over to the table, making room. “Aislen, you know where the salt is?” Aislen retrieved the salt from the cupboard and knelt opposite to Cameron. Cameron dipped his finger into the tequila and drew a line down Rhett’s body. “The salt will stick better,” he told Aislen as he dusted it over the line. “Lemon juice works just as well.”

I ask as I head to the bar and grab two glasses and a mixer. “Uuuu, are you a barista or something?” she asks flirtatiously. “Well, I know a thing or two. I will make you my favourite drink. Some Jose Cuervo tequila, pineapple juice, pineapple syrup, some ice, and top it off with my secret ingredient, a pinch of lemon, perfect,” I say as I mix everything while giving Ellie a show as I dance around with the mixer. She laughs and her laughter sounds like music to my ears. I serve us both and head over to where Ellie was. She was still seated on the kitchen counter, watching me with her angelic eyes.

He looms over me, his shifting face settling into mine. *"You are a relic,"* he says, his voice dripping with disdain. *"A broken instrument, out of tune with the world."* I spit blood, my vision swimming. "And you're a hack." His baton rises, lightning gathering at its tip. *"Goodbye, Stormbearer."* Eden's voice cuts through the storm. "Hey, *Maestro*!" The Maestro turns, and Eden slams into him, his scars erupting with gold light. The melody in his veins surges, a cacophony that drowns out the storm. The Maestro stumbles, his baton slipping from his grasp.

I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed. Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila I've ever had. I swear it's like a single malt scotch!" "El Tesoro Anejo, it's been sitting on my shelf for the last three years. Not the best but pretty damned good." I informed her.

“Jefa, the steel pipes are strong too. The copper is a waste of money. We could use that money for other things.” “We are building something that will last,” Calla said, not looking at him. “We are not cutting corners. We are showing everyone we are the best. The best tequila. The best building. The best everything. That is how you become strong.” Down in the basement, it was quiet. A man in a white coat was waiting. He was the chemist. On a table was a small glass and a bottle of the special tequila. “Is it ready?” Calla asked.

“Ladies, Gents, fangs, fairies and furries, today, our little trio of bar owners had a bit of a bet. It wasn’t that someone lost but the severity of the punishment.” I smiled as he continued. “The bet will remain a secret, however, the punishment was having to take shots of this.” He held up the bottle of tequila. “This is Monte Alban Mezcal or better known as the worm tequila. We have to take shots based on our…performance.”

The clack of the metal made me shiver with excitement. "My father's prize collection," I whispered, my breath forming a little mist in the cold air. "And tonight," Dominic said, stepping close so I could feel his heat, "you are the only prize I care about." Dominic walked over to a large wooden table in the center of the cellar. It was used for wine tastings, but tonight, it had a different purpose. He reached out and grabbed a bottle of expensive red wine. He didn't use a glass. He just uncorked it and took a long drink before handing it to me.

After a few minutes, the waiter walked in holding a tray and putting it on the table, "Sir, These are the tequila" "Good, now get lost" Old Master. Hart barked furiously. Without waiting, the waiter squatted away. Old Master. Hart drank all the bottles that night, he was sober and couldn't help but curse at Madison every single time he drank a cup, he really missed his son and grandson but what could he do, he loved his reputation more than his disobedient son, drinking all the bottle of alchol, he exclaimed, "Madison, I would get back at you!!"

Like she wasn't even there. "You're the one who asked for this, and I don't care how much you whine" Austin snapped at Alejandro who looked away, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to both men "Drop your fucking amor down you both, do you think this is a gueto enloquecido(fing ghetto, in Spanish). Alejandro yelled "Tell the psychopath to drop his first, Don Epifanio said with gritted teeth Austin just shrugged, not taking his gaze off the gun

First love is the most beautiful thing that can ever happen to one's life. It is the result of deep-seated holiness and feelings. But what happens when this first feeling got rejected even before you can address it? "Maestro, dovresti smetterla di bere adesso. Hai già bevuto più di quanto puoi sopportare ( Master, you should stop drinking now. You've already drunk more than you can handle )," one of the servants politely notified Ryan lowering his gaze.