Martini Blue Novels & Stories

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

, the blue haired bartender left us without another glance as she rushed to the other side of the bar. "Alright, shots first to get us going", Marnie ordered. The liquid burned as I quickly downed it, while it was enough to make the average girl slightly tipsy, it merely warmed my belly. We shuffled off to find a table to lean on as we sipped our cocktails, taking in our surroundings properly. The club's walls were a dark blue colour, they were light up mostly by lasers that created a misty effect. It felt like I was under the night sky as I noticed the ceiling had miniature lights scattered all over, twinkling like stars. It could almost be described as beautiful, which isn't a word I would

Seven painful steps later, she stood in front of Benji, her napkin moist with spit. Wiping his chin, she noticed the bowls of blended food untouched, the glass of clear, pale chardonnay and golden champagne sitting in front of him, ignored. “Huh.” “What’s that, Marta?” Peabody watched her carefully. “He seems to have misplaced his glass of red.”

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."

- He explained. - Thanks. I took the drink and looked. I took a sip. I didn't think it was good ... But it wasn't bad either. It was her face: red and dull. I went back to the bar and ordered another one, just the same. I walked over to Ben with the two glasses. He was near the dance floor, drinking a colorless liquid. - What is it? – I asked. - Dry Martini. - Since when do you drink this? - Since when do you drink cherry beer? He lifted and lowered his shoulders, ignoring me.

I didn't have a single drop of energy to waste on arguing; I still had my second shift tonight. "Can I get an order for table seventeen?" I asked the bartender behind the counter. "They want Moët, Dom Pérignon, Hennessy XO, and Blue Label." "You got it." He nodded, immediately reaching for the premium bottles. I leaned against the counter, massaging my temples and praying I could get through the rest of the night without a disaster. When the waiter loaded up the tray, I followed closely behind him back to the lion's den. ~~~

I simply stated while picking up my wine glass again. “So what are…Wait a minute… Did you just confirm my guess? Come on give me a definite answer.” He urged forgetting himself. Well, this wasn’t the first time he would speak to me so casually. Apart from being my beta, he was also my best friend, which was why he speaks casually with me when we are alone. “Yeah, she is the BLUE BLOOD of this century and happens to also be my fated mate,” I confirmed it for him. I know that I told her that she was my chosen mate, but I lied knowing fully well that it could scare her if I told her she was destined to be with me from the onset. I know that though she pretended not to be affected by it all, she

I asked him. “ Nah, Nah, nothing!” He shakes his head anf grin. Looking at him closely I realized Mr martins isn't looking bad, he is handsome and got some resemblance to Colin. Wait Colin? How does his name come to mind? I asked myself and shaked my head kicking him off. The waiter came over with our meal and I was forced to ask the name of the meal. “ Seared Scallops with Orange Beurre Blanc” Mr martins replied. I nodded and took a bite and it was heavenly.

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

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.