Martini Blue Novels & Stories

I replied, matching her energy. “Here,” she cleaned out a spot for me before doing the same to the nearest place. “Let's talk here, the blazing sun wouldn't reach us.” “You're right.” I replied with a nod. A few seconds later, she snapped her finger, and a maid walked in with a tray holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. Uncorking the bottle, she filled a glass with the wine which turned out to be blue in color. “Blue?” I asked, staring at the bottle. I was a bit surprised because I was used to seeing red wine and not blue.

One minute he's taking out his wallet, the next, he's slapping a chunk of cash into the bouncer's hand and soon, I find myself seated by the bar counter of a club with dim multi-colored lights and people dancing and drinking and smoking. The last time I was in a place like this was at the Lycan Harem where I had to serve Lucan men. That memory makes me cringe. “Here. A drink for you.” Ryan pushes me a glass and I look at the liquid in it but because of the poor lighting of the room, I can't make out its real colour. “What's this?” I ask over the loud music blasting throughout the hall. “Espresso Martini. It's the perfect drink for a young night.”

Several glasses were already set on the table—drinks he had mixed earlier, but the woman before him had taken only a sip of each before setting them aside. "Another," Sarah said as she pushed the latest glass away. The Blue Star cocktail shimmered under the flashing lights, its deep blue hue glowing with an almost hypnotic brilliance. But something felt off—it was missing something. Was it the aroma of Cabernet Sauvignon? Or was it something else entirely? The bartender didn’t refuse her request. After all, she was paying. As he prepared another drink, Sarah let her gaze drift over the sea of men and women inside the bar. Unexpectedly, her eyes landed on a familiar figure in the dimly lit co

MARCO MARTINS The slim blonde at the counter eyed the bottle in my hand. “Is that all?” She asked, judging me with her eyes. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Judging a man for alcohol?” I questioned her. I held the bottle and checked the price tag. Sixty nine dollars and ninety nine cents. “I’m not,” she said. “But its ten o’clock in the morning,” she said like it was nothing. The blonde haired took my bottle and the computer beeped.

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.

Maria just watch Robby while drinking a blue volt energy drink. “Shock? You look fresh and nice without wearing a heavy make up, Maria.” He drank again his blue volt energy drink and removed his earpods. “You didn’t get drunk earlier Sir? With the amount you drank? Maria asked him out of curiosity. “Nope, look I’m drinking blue volt energy drink so that their will be no hangover tomorrow. Anyway, why are you still here? Do you have plans to live here forever?” He laughed and Maria smiled. “No, I’m just waiting for someone to leave.” She answered.

Tatiana called, beckoning them to follow her. Lydia was glad for the interruption, she didn’t want to speak about her relationship with Drake if she could help it, She didn’t want to end up saying something and have Drake say another. Tatiana sat the women down in a quaint little tea room. There was a small round table set up with a red satin tablecloth over it and little white dollies where a glass might sit. On the table was a spread of cheeses from around the world and a variety of crackers. Sitting in the middle of the table was a bottle of Malbec in a brand that Lydia had never seen, Domino del Plata Nosotros, what happened to the good old Colores Del Sol, Lydia’s favorite Malbec. “Than

Aaron asked without looking at me but at the counter, listing down something. "No wonder why Ma'am Fatima trusts you. You treat your customers well," I said. Aaron looked up. A smile brightened his face. "You really came early," he said, giving me a hug over the counter. "Why won't you take a seat first? My shift's going to end soon." "Alright. I want to drink a negroni," I said before going to my seat. I sat down and listened to the relaxing beats of music. A few moments later, Aaron came with a glass of red Negroni. It's actually an Italian aperitif, a drink that is normally served before and after a meal. It's made of gin, vermouth rosso, and Campari; that's what makes its color.

“And I don’t know you’re legal to get a beer.” I scoffed, knowing he’d even seen me drink wine and champagne. I guessed I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to get away from Ryden before I could say something that could hurt both of us. “Just club soda with syrup and berries extract. I ditched the rum. Try it, it’s on the house.” He placed down a tall glass before me with mint leaves and a tiny umbrella. “Why is it blue?” “A chemical reaction?” He wasn’t even sure, and he may have seen something on my face. He added, “I’m not trying to poison you, Amelia. Trust me, it’s good.”

Labelled as Brugerolle Cognac and it's beautiful golden design on it's bottle, it's shinny colour shone even brighter as Richard began pouring out some of its contents into two glasses, for himself and for Martins Grey respectively. Richard handed over a glass of wine to him, smiling at him, he raised the glass of wine in the air and said out, "Cheers!". Martins replied as he lifted his own glass of wine into the air, "cheers!". "To Bryan and Nicholas!!", Richard continued as he smiled again at Martins waiting for his reply. "To Bryan and Nicholas!?", Martins Grey replied not understanding why they made a toast to Bryan and Nicholas, but whatever prompted that, he was only eager to have a ta