Martini Blue Novels & Stories

Lisa asked not really knowing any drinks they might have except wine and she was sick of it. “A mermaid cocktail is my favourite.” She said smiling. “Then I’ll go with that too.” lisa replied. In a moment they had two glasses filled with vivid blue and slightly steaming drinks. Lisa viewed it with suspicion. “Trust me.” Indi said and took a big sip of hers. Lisa took a deep breath before trying hers. It was definitely better than she expected, she thought, but also incredibly sweet. “What about Nela and Mira? Should we get them something?” lisa asked.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

His call made the owner of the name turn her head. "Yes, sir?" "Extra points for this morning's briefing from me, please pay more attention to the front liners. Serve customers with sincerity as per our slogan." "Of course, sir," Marta replied with a faint smile. Her lips, painted in a soft red shade, added to her allure. "Is there anything else?" She also dared to look at the handsome and gallant man standing beside her. The light blue color of the shirt he was wearing that morning added to Thomas's handsome and gallant demeanor.

It’s extremely unpleasant, how do they stand it? “Just focus on me,” Chris says, kissing my cheek. Now that I can easily do. I smile and lean into him and breathe in his heavenly aroma, letting it shield me from the unpleasant scents in the room. “I’m going to go get us some drinks, what does everyone want?” Marcus asks. “Dry martini, please,” says Eric as he leans into Vitali. “Gin and tonic,” says Vitali. “Sea Breeze for me, thanks,” says Chris.

The man asked with a grin, Joan chuckled softly before placing the glass back on the table “It sure is” she answered back with a soft smile “Of course it would be, its either I have bourbon or a martini. If you’re really into it and if you’re all about the taste you would pick up on the herbaceous and the slight sweeter taste of the vermouth” he gesticulated with his fingers like he was pinching something. Joan was indeed flattered by his knowledge of Martini that she blushed, “ You know your Martini!” she complimented

"What's this drink?" Mia's face lit up with a smile. "That's a martini!" Luciana's brow furrowed. "Mar-what?" Mia chuckled and enunciated slowly, "Mar...ti...ni." "It tastes awful!" she shouted back, her eyes fixed on the drink as if it had offended her. Mia laughed. "That's because it's strong!" “is it alcohol?” “yes.” With a look of disgust, Luciana set the glass down on the bar and pushed it away. "No thanks."

Tami turned red instantly. " She is turning into a strawberry. How can someone blush so much? " Ron asked. " She can, just like her Mom. " Dad said. " Hmmm... You seemed to have noticed Maurvi. What is the matter, Mehul? " Mom said raising her eyebrows. " Don't ever say that in front of Gautam, he will shoot me. I know this because he calls her as tomato. " Dad explained and Tami nodded.

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.

Vladi Vodka was introducing a line of premixed specialty martinis: apple, chocolate, key lime, orange, cherry, and lemon. I’d run a ton of parties over the last couple of years promoting Vladi Vodka, though it wasn’t my favorite; it had a metallic aftertaste that had to be covered up with mixers. “Sounds yummy,” I said, toying with the top button of my shirt. He barely looked up from his laptop. “I want to introduce new products in gay neighborhoods around the country. You will coordinate all events.”

Or scheme. I accepted the overpriced Espresso Martini Julian handed me, I could smell the rich coffee and the clean bite of good vodka—Beluga, if I had to guess. The kind my father used to keep in the freezer for important guests. One sip and the bitter chocolate notes hit the back of my throat. Two of Kain’s men had already claimed spots at the bar, trying to blend in and failing for anyone who knew what to look for. Dmitri caught my eye from a few feet away and gave the smallest shake of his head. Don’t even try it. But I wasn’t thinking of doing anything. Yet.