Moonshine Novels & Stories

He then slowly kissed. “Ummm it tastes delicious.” Dara expressed. “And I’ll make more delicious for you sweetheart.” He poured some of the coke on Dara cleverage. The coke went down to her tits. He poured some more coke on her cleverage and this time he started to lick the coke on her body. Dara started to moan slowly. He moved his hand all over her soft and moist body.

This conversation was going to need something much stronger than wine, and I would wait for it. Just then, the waiter came back with a bottle and two on-the-rocks glasses. He showed it to Fletcher, who nodded. Then the waiter filled the glasses halfway, set the bottle on the table, and left without a word. I took a sip of my bourbon. “What are your plans for your sex trafficking business?” He swirled the caramel liquid in his glass and took a sip. “Business as usual. Why?” “I want you to shut it down.”

And so wolf shifters came to their knees and kill for humans once again until another war started. November may not know how her kind started to exist but she knew her ancestors… or at least, where they came from. The Luna Puer Pack is the descendants of the wolves from Ossory or Osriage, the medieval Irish Kingdom of the old Ireland. Unlike other Packs of wolves, November’s ancestors worship the moon believing that the moon is the source of their strength, of their power, they see that the moon gives them energy and that the moon guides and protects them hence they are called the Luna Puer which meant Moon Child.

Mitch snaps at Donny and Brie who step back, taking a deep breath Mitch continues, "Look son, I'm sorry if I offended you, I wasn't laughing because your family couldn't get out" "so why were you laughing?" I quickly ask before Acre loses it, "Well, they have worked so hard making sure nobody can get in or out but they have forgotten the mountain path behind the lake, Shannon can tell you, there's a secret path through there," We whip our heads around to Shannon, "There is?" both me and Acre say at the same time, "Yeah, it's how we got in when we attacked, it's not spoken about, so everyone forgets about it, so it becomes a secret, then a myth until people forget about it and then when somet

“Most definitely. What do you have in mind?” “I . . . I have some moonshine in the cabinet. Just no one to drink it with,” she as she swung her upper half in a quarter of a circle and back again, repeating the motion. “Moonshine? Where did you get that?” he asked with furrowed brows. “I know a guy who knows a guy. Want some?” “I’ve never had it before, but I heard that if it’s not made properly it can cause blindness and even death. Are you sure it’s safe?” he asked with concern.

Most townspeople regarded to me as just fluffy. "What can I get you, tubby?" the pretty barmaid asked with a hardy laugh. "Ale," I replied deepening my voice. "What kind, sugar?" she asked. "Any kind will do," I said agitated. "Moonshine it is!" the barmaid said laughing at me. I rolled my eyes at her complete disregard for what I asked for.

"What tincture? Are you sure we're still talking about our pack?" If there were any traces of amusement on my face, they vanished this very second. My hands fisted into balls. "So, you have never heard of a special moonshine that is allegedly made in this pack?" My voice blended with humorless laughter. His mouth formed a thin line, and he shook his head. "I've no idea what you are talking about."

Silver’s POV “Moonshine?” I asked, staring at the doctor with a blank face. “I don’t understand what that is.” I had never heard of it before. “It’s a toxin that disrupts memory and creates blockages that could prohibit the use of magic as well,” Dr. Scott explained. “It’s a difficult drug to find and I’m honestly amazed your brother was capable of getting his hands on such a thing.” “Is there a way to reverse it?” I asked, afraid to know the answer.

Especially near the college campus. “Better than your shithole!” I called back to the bar I just left. Tonight, I didn’t feel like continuing my barhop. Nothing felt right. Scotch, whiskey, tequila, vodka…none of it felt right. I needed to find someone who made moonshine. Maybe that proof would get me what I needed. Not tonight, though. I could get home at a decent hour and wouldn’t have to hear the two fucking hens badgering me.

I hiss, pounding my chest to calm my racing heart. Unapologetically, he simply rests his chin on his palm, his face etched with a mix of boredom and exhaustion. Oddly enough, he appears even more drained than when I saw him an hour ago—his eyes are subtly red and his skin looks unusually pale. "Are you okay?" I ask, taking cautious steps towards him, my eyes falling on the large bottle of what appears to be booze sitting on the floor. "It's Moonshine," he replies, reading my unasked question. "Jasper's secret stash. It's the only thing that affects us like alcohol does you humans, minus the hangover."