Nobleman Wine Novels & Stories

Even a single cent from them deserved gratitude, as if it were God's gift to mankind. Graham even took out the vintage wine he'd kept for years and told the heiresses, "I told you I knew Zeke was bound for great things, didn't I? I knew it from the get-go." He uncorked the bottle and poured Zeke a glass of wine. "Have a taste. It's Romanee-Conti. I've had it with me for more than 20 years. Today's the perfect day to enjoy this bottle of indulgence!" Zeke clinked his glass against Graham's, and it lit a fuse of excitement within the old man.

In the center of the left wall, a rectangle in hardwood, with ten separate wines, certainly the most special ones. I went there and took a bottle, separate from the others, certainly the most expensive or important for him, or it wouldn't be in the spotlight. It was a Perrone wine, from the first distribution in Noriah North. I touched my fingers lightly to the label, smiling: - I knew you had a Perrone here, disqualified. "I... I have no idea how it got here." He looked at Nicolete. – How ugly, Nic, to buy wine from the competition and keep it in my cellar.

“You did not have to order anything.” Adrian reached over and patted my hand like I was a child. “I wanted to spare her the trouble. Grief takes a toll.” A few of the men exchanged looks. Jacob sat directly across from Adrian, arms folded loosely, expression calm. Too calm. His plate sat untouched. I wished, not for the first time, that he would stop watching me so closely. “Wine,” Adrian announced, gesturing to the bottles lined up like trophies. “I brought a few selections from my personal collection. Cabernet from Napa. A lovely Bordeaux. Please, help yourselves.”

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”

"Alright, I'll take that, Miss." When the lady took the wine from the display rack to box and pack it, my eyes instinctively looked for Cedrick Miguel. I saw him talking to a salesman, and the latter was presenting him with a very expensive-looking wine. As the man stated, he chose a 1949 Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru.

They waited for her to continue. “There is a bottle of wine that I want for my wedding—Mona Estate Vineyard, Gabernet Sauvignon, 2016.” Rivena said, “I tried calling that vineyard, but the owner is not responding. Can you go down there and see what happened? And if anyone of you can bring back a bottle for me, that would be nice.” “Absolutely,” Damien nodded. “Anything for you, Luna Rivena,” Westin smiled. The two men glanced at each other. Both were determined to win.

The five of them took their seats at the table. Navas Tanye told his assistant to bring them a bottle of wine and it turned out to be a top tier La Romanee Conti that could cost well over a million for a bottle. La Romanee Conti was regarded as the best wine in the world and even famed Lafite would pale in comparison to it. Navas Tanye clearly wanted to prove his wealthiness to Hilda. He figured that no woman would be able to resist such extravagant display of wealth, let alone someone like Hilda whose first project was in desperate need of money.

He was standoffish, which wasn't really something he did. Nate was happy that he had come at that moment, so he would have to answer Vine's questions. He didn't even know what to say to her. The attendant set glasses down in front of them. “Miss Timbers asked for a Barone wine, but left the exact one up to Mr Ross. This is Barone 1957." Vine wasn't really a drinker, so she just took a sip of the wine and dropped the glass. She looked to Nate who was still staring at his glass, like it held a deep secret.

“What are you talking about? Of course he’s not stingy with me. You, go get the second bottle from the left.” One of the coworkers immediately jumped to do her bidding, grabbed the bottle, and opened it. “See this? It’s a Romanée-Conti Grand Cru. Consider this your lucky day. Most people never get the chance to taste something like this.” “Seriously. We’d never get to drink wine this expensive under normal circumstances.” “Mr. Gibson really does spoil Tessa. I bet he bought this whole place just for her.” I held my wineglass and looked around, hoping to spot something I could use as evidence.

Kael followed suit, surrendering his gun to the second attendant before joining me at the table. A maid appeared quickly, To pour the 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru, Côte de Nuits, into two glasses. Lifting my glass, I swirled the wine slowly, then I took a long sip, savoring the taste before setting it down. My gaze drifted to the field before us. Finally, I turned to him, breaking the silence. “Do you know why I’m the richest Lycan King to have ever lived?” I asked, smiling widely.