Moonshine Novels & Stories

I had nothing against him, he was friendlier than most, but I hated him thinking I was little more than a slave. Moon Tides was keeping its separate identity for the foreseeable. That would help with the sale of our honey and other famed produce throughout the region. We’d also begun a line in seafood, which was how the pack had started, though it meant costly imports from another state and I was looking for alternatives when Ricky sealed my fate. Wild Horses was a brand of whisky, apparently. Whether Byron’s ancestors had named their pack after one of their most successful commercial products wasn’t known for definite. At least horses fit decently with a place close to a desert, while Moon

My stomach drops as he starts to talk. "Five years ago, there was an article ran about the moonshine trade here in Alabama. I was living in Washington State at the time, trying to make ends meet, barely doing it, and eating whatever was on sale at the grocery store that week. For three years I figured out how to make my own moonshine. I worked hard, learned how to make the best, and right when I was ready to make my move, things started happening here in Laurel Springs. Remember? We got here about the same time, Karina."

He points at another bowl that's behind the other two with a dark liquid in it "Is what you have to drink if you don't wanna answer your truths or do your dares, are we good?" Caramel's eyes don't leave the bowl, I'm pretty sure he's remembering that his brother is a psychopath and whatever that is, isn't safe "W-What's in it?" "Oh, you know" Coco smiles sweetly at him "Just some alcohol I mixed. I'm actually good at stuffs like that" Is that supposed to be reassuring? Because it's not. "Is that safe?" "It's not supposed to be safe Vanilla, that's the point." He says with an eye roll, before sending me a look "Have you not played this game before?"

Elenore was at the bar, taking another shot when I came out. “You okaaakay loverrr boy?” she asked, slurring her words a bit. I was once again drawn to her like a magnet. My body was reacting in ways that didn’t make sense. I knew I wasn’t drunk, but I slowly started feeling lost in her. “Got anything stronger than whiskey?” I asked the bartender over the loud music. Her eyes widened a bit before squatting down and rummaging through the cabinet behind her. A few seconds later, she stood up with a bottle of moonshine.

Khalan's POV The fire was going strong, throwing off enough heat to almost make you forget we were surrounded by a hostile, dark forest. Dylan, bless his heart, decided we needed to 'normalize the experience.' I guess that's wolf speak for 'get dangerously drunk.' He brought out a bottle wrapped in a burlap sack. "Gentlemen, and ladies," he announced, holding it up like it was a trophy. "This is not your standard convenience store poison. This is a special brew—150 proof, distilled from mountain moonshine and warded against natural immunities. Basically, it’ll get a werewolf drunk, which means we all get drunk."

Grayson leaned back against the edge of the hot spring, watching me with an unreadable expression. I reached for my whiskey and took a sip. The sharp burn of alcohol spread across my tongue. “It’s from Domaine des Hautes Glaces,” Grayson remarked. I glanced at him, unfamiliar with the name. “It’s a distillery,” he elaborated. “From the mountains.” Following his gaze, I looked into the distance—toward the silhouette of the Alps. “I like its traditional flavor,” he murmured. “It reminds me of my grandfather.” His eyes remained on the mountains, lost in thought.

— LUNA — I was drugged. Turned on. Aaron kissed me passionately like his life dependent on me, devouring me like a hungry beast. My mind was clouded with nothing else but him and only him. My fingers grabbed the roots of his hair as he deepened the kiss. I moaned when our tongues clashed. “You taste so damn sweet, Moonshine” he whispered between the kisses, and I couldn't help but blush.

For two years, Alexandra “Lexi” Richmond Blackwood played the perfect wife. To the outside world, she was married to Ethan Blackwood, the billionaire every woman dreamed of and every man envied. Their love was the envy of New York’s elite. Their smiles, flawless. Their empire, unshakable. But behind the marble walls of their penthouse, Lexi found out the hard truth. His fake marriage and his betrayal withSophia Mendez, the childhood friend and mistress Ethan couldn't let go of. She knew about the lies, the betrayal, and the mockery he made of their vows. And she knew how to destroy him. For two years, Lexi had waited. She’s played the part, worn the diamonds, smiled for the camera

Gia comes running up to me with a glass. “G, I don’t want to get drunk tonight.” “Don’t worry, I won’t let you,” she says as she shoves it towards me. I sigh, take it from her hand, and take a sip, then gag at the bitterness. “What is this?” “Moonshine. Now drink up, tonight is just getting started,” she says as she downs her drink, then pulls me into the crowd.

Oliver and Jack had their turns of amusement seeing my state, as my glass landed with a thud against the counter top. "What the hell was that?" I asked coughing slightly to get the burn from my throat. "Moonshine" Jack says, puffing his chest proudly. "Shit, I thought you stopped making those. " "Na" Jack says, shaking his head and grabbing a glass for another customer. "Besides, the shit we buy in town gets old. Y'all need this. " "Yes, yes we do, " Oliver chimed in. "Top up my glass Jack. Don't leave me hanging. "