Novel Barhocker Novels & Stories

she ordered over her shoulder before telling the barman called Barm an to pour her a rum. “Make that two,” Bash ordered beside Amira. The rogue tilted his head to the side. “A new face. Pretty one,” Barman said. He was a large man with a big, bent, once-broken nose and a shaved head with scars running down it and his face. He looked scary, but he mostly kept to himself like a typical rogue. He was only at the guild, so he had a roof over his head. “Um?” Bash answered.

grinned Owen, my faithful Friday boy and witcher extraordinaire. “I'm just saying that zombies have undergone a huge transformation over the years. Hiding a smile, I blew on my tea and watched the waves crash against the glass wall of my bookstore-bar. “Speed, maybe,” he retorted, stacking the glasses under the counter. Sitting on a stool, I sipped my tea while Owen checked the bottles of alcohol, replacing empty ones. I am running a books bar in Danius Clive'S Pack. Tables, most with small stained-glass lamps, were scattered throughout the bar, green leather chairs surrounding them.

Chapter Eleven Logan Novak London, England I entered the bar, ignoring the stares I received from the patrons in there. I'd been to this bar a few times before whenever I traveled to London for business. It was high class and numerous wealthy people went there. This is just what I needed. To drown myself in alcohol and pick up a girl to take back to the hotel that I would be staying at. I'd forget about Khloe in no time. I walked up to the bartender and he instantly recognized me. "Mr. Novak, welcome to London," he said in professional mode. "What can I get you this evening?"

The bar is closed since it’s only noon. “I swear, I feel like it lately.” “When is Barbara coming back?” A loud voice calls from the storeroom. “I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet.” Fleece rolls her eyes. “Of course not.” Barbara sweeps out of the back room in all her glory. A woman in her sixties whose very essence screams ‘New York.’ She’s carrying a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka to replenish the stock behind the bar. “How you doin,’ Delia?”

Barbie said. "Okay mom bye!! " Swan shouted and dragged Steve who still looked upset about the fact that he couldn't marry Brittany. < ONE WEEK LATER ~ HEMS BAR > Hems bar is a really popular bar that is mostly used by important people. Most companies held their meetings in this bar. The bar had a special room where clients could hold their meetings. Presently inside the room was Barbie and three fat men. The four of them were sitting around the table. "I must say Mrs Barbie is really beautiful " One of the fat men said and Barbie smiled a little.

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Another rough male voice seemed to be saying this just to provoke Lydia. "He’s just my backup. Baby, you’re the one for me, ah…" Hearing this, rage surged from the soles of my feet straight to my head. I never would have imagined it. I thought I’d found my happiness, but it turned out Lydia, who seemed so proper and shy on the surface, was actually a vixen in private! I couldn’t hold back any longer. I took a giant stride toward the bedroom door and kicked it open.

V6 was extremely tempered from each and every offer but reluctantly rejected them all which only dampened his mood further. ------------------------------------------ 3 weeks later. Me" Ah... huh... *Wheezing* Wheezing* Finally!" I headed down to the nearest bar to ask about V7. I entered a bar called The Water Hole which isn't a famous bar but most Versions would avoid anything that draws attention. I entered the shady bar which only had a few humans around. I think it should be 5 in the afternoon by now. I thought as I walked up to the bartender. " Good Sir, a beer and keep them coming. "

There I bought a hoodie which I used to get into the market. Looking around, I found a bar which had men yelling and discussing pack matters. “Bingo,” I chuckled. Those drunk men would spread rumors faster than anything. Walking into the bar, I settled into my seat making sure my face was covered by the hoodie. “What can I get ya?” the bartender asked. I pointed to a cheap wine as a peasant would. He nodded and went to draw the drink out. Turning to my neighbor, I found the man talking about how the maids in the palace were possibly sleeping with the guards.

I hopped in, started the engine and sped off. Lorenzo was at the bar drinking. He'd unintentionally shattered every bottle served to him. Anytime he tried taking a shot, Lincoln came to mind. He was so devastated and forever angry at himself. He lowered his head on the counter when suddenly he felt a presence behind his back. Turning his head, he gazed at the intruder. He wasn't surprised to see it was Rohan. "Cobber, you're here," Rohan said, sitting beside him. The bartender served more drinks on the table for them. Lorenzo corked the rum, pouring it on the wine glasses. He handed one to Rohan.