Novelas y relatos de Martini Blue

"What would you like to drink?" Jade, who rarely visited bars and aware of her limited alcohol tolerance, replied, "I’ll have juice." "Juice?" Bella chuckled lightly. "You can’t come to a place like this and drink juice. Trust me, try a cocktail. I’ll have the bartender make you one of his specialties. You won’t regret it." Ignoring Jade’s protests, Bella snapped her fingers at the bartender. "One Dry Martini." Jade’s brow furrowed slightly at the order. The Dry Martini, a quintessential and iconic cocktail in any bar, was known for its sharp, clear taste and classic aroma. Due to its strong and dry characteristics, it was a drink that people approached with caution.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Check this out.” She pulled out a laminated menu, pointing to a few drinks with a grin. “Blue Lust—bright blue, gives off this cool vapor, got a lemon twist for zing. Then there’s Devil’s Kiss—black as night, vodka-heavy, extra ice for that kick. And the Rainbow Special—layers of colors, tastes like a damn fruit explosion.” My eyes drifted to the vibrant drinks on the menu, tempted. I reached for the Blue Lust, imagining the sharp tang on my tongue, but Stella swatted my hand away, quick as a whip.

Of course, he was part of their household since he was working for them and Abigail, their housemaid and Mr Briggs, their driver and other members of their household are here so it's no surprise there. She bit her bottom lip furiously as she held her breath. She bet the colours were almost leaving her face but she tried to stay in character or else, Matt may begin to suspect and that might put him in trouble. "Haaa drinks!" Matt was enthused as the waiter brought their drinks. A bucket filled with ice cubes and a bottle of Martini and a bottle of Chateau Cheval Blanc 1947, one of the most expensive wines in the world which costs up to 305,000 dollars.

She also chose 7 yards of sky-blue material of low-quality silk. The materials for men were a bit trickier. She had to shuttle between materials to get everything organized. The smile on the sales staff serving Mira became wider as the order kept increasing. From the silk section, navy blue was chosen for coat and breeches for John, Matthew and Harry with silver blue for waist coat and sky blue in organza for cravat. For Oden and Martin, dark amethyst in silk was chosen for coat and breeches and mauve for waist coat; a paler shade of mauve in organza was selected for cravat.

She’d made it back just in time to sneak in for breakfast. "You got along with Vincent quite well at lunch yesterday," When Marian spoke, Blue found that it was best to listen to each word carefully. Blue could lie only so long as she wasn't lying about lying; if she said one misplaced 'what' or 'pardon' that prompted Marian to ask the child what she was hiding, she would be instantaneously in a world of trouble. The listening carefully, of course, wasn't as much of an issue when the word 'Vincent' was thrown into the sentence. In fact, anything that sounded even remotely like the word would catch Blue's attention from a mile away.

Sky added while pointing towards Riley. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. May I know your order?” asked the waiter politely while giving the menu to each of them. “Two diamonds Martini” said Sky while ordering for him and Liam. “They have diamond Martini here? I went to Tokyo just to drink that” said Luke in an utter shock. “Yeah, it is directly imported from Tokyo itself” said Sky smiling. “Now that’s something impressive!” said Luke with an admiring tone. “I will have a Black Pearl Louis XIII Anniversary Edition By Remy Martin, get me a complete bottle” said Mark in a cold tone.

The sweetheart neckline curves gently, the skirt falling in flowing waves. Maren breathes out in awe. “It’s beautiful. Who would’ve thought something like this would come our way? A blessing, right when you needed it.” Her optimism radiates, filling the room like sunshine after rain. I can hardly breathe. My mind flashes back to the slip of paper I’d picked earlier during the partner selection—the same shade of blue. And now this. Blue has never been my favorite color. At least, it never used to be. But now, something about it draws me in. It feels familiar, almost comforting, like it’s tugging at a memory I can’t quite reach.

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

She strains the blue mixture into a glass vile. "How will we know when it's ready?" I inspect the blue velvet liquid. "It will turn dark blue. The color of the night sky."

Tiana," I snapped my fingers and she tilted her head to peek at us. "Sorry, did I miss something?" She asked nibbling on her lower lip.. "Yes, we've been trying to choose a colour for the bridesmaids' dresses. What do you think about blue?" Rosalyn muttered. "I think that blue is great and it's also Margaret's favourite colour. Sorry, I wasn't listening, I've been so lost admiring the little guy's cuteness. I have a feeling he is going to be a hottie just like Vladivostok," Tiana said with a controlled smile and then when our eyes met she winked at me.