Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

He’d been planning to secure something beyond death, something that meant even if he fell, his empire wouldn’t. I couldn’t allow that at all. Finally I stopped pacing, my eyes falling on the small round table in the corner. A bottle of Don Julio sat there like a waiting friend, its golden liquid beckoning on me. I grabbed it with shaking hands, uncorked it, and poured two fingers into a glass. The first sip burned down my throat, hot and punishingly, just the way I needed it. “Cesare Rossetti,” I muttered under my breath, the name tasting bitter.

Vados approaches the pair that politely wait. Vados is a Gorgualy and human mix. His skin is that of human flesh that looks like it has been tempered with the elements of the forest. With each step, he takes some of his skin flakes off of his face like bark from a tree and falls to the ground. Those eyes of his are a pale blue that looks like they have been corrupted with a sickness. That forestry body of his wears a black coat, and black capris with a belt that has a strap for his pistole. The chest is exposed and out in the open as he does not have a shirt on. There are many scars on his stomach and chest but they all look like carvings as if children carved along his body as they would on

Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her. “I made it myself,” Tyler said. “And I added the flourish,” Taylor said. “It’s your typical sangria,” Tyler said. “A little wine, a little fruit—” “And a little something special,” Taylor interjected, “To add a kick. Just for vampires. Fresh venison blood.” He took the pitcher and poured some into a large, jewel-encrusted goblet. Caitlin took it and drank. It was delicious, and it went right to her head.

I said, leaning in, my finger brushing the tip of his nose, a bold move that felt reckless, desperate. “What about a beautiful woman like me, who's ready to forget? I know drinks—Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Old Fashioned, Mojito, maybe a Negroni—but I want your recommendation.” My voice was teasing, but my chest was tight, my heart racing with a mix of pain and want. “For heartbreak with a side of vengeance, I’d recommend a strong mix. We have the...Patrón Reposado, Grey Goose, a splash of Aperol, bitters, and a hint of sweet vermouth."

Vincent looked slightly horrified when we walked in, but he didn't complain. We found a booth in the back. I ordered a beer, Olivia got a vodka tonic, and Vincent, after studying the menu for what felt like ten minutes, ordered something called a Sazerac that I'd never heard of. "Of course you drink cocktails with names I can't pronounce," I said. "It's a classic New Orleans cocktail," Vincent replied. "Rye whiskey, absinthe, sugar, and Peychaud's bitters." "Show-off," Olivia muttered, but she was smiling.

“He was surprised to see Nadi with me.” Rosa did not reply immediately. The sound of leaves being plucked was joined by the popping sounds of the rice cooker as the heater started to boil the water. “Do you like wine, Flora?” Rosa asked all of a sudden, breaking her silence. Flora shook her head. “No, I don’t, Ma’am. Alcoholic drinks tend to make me red in the face and I get dizzy all of a sudden,” Flora replied although she could not see why Rosa asked her the question.

“I hope it’s not that disgusting gin you brought last time.” Charlotte appears behind us with Lina, who looks absolutely thrilled. We all grin at the memory of Ryker’s watermelon gin disaster. It was so bad even Ryker couldn’t stomach it. “Don’t worry, it’s all your favorites: vodka, whiskey, tequila, and for my special lady, amaretto.” Ryker wraps an arm around Hannah, who looks torn between amusement and discomfort. Mason has probably gotten in her head.

Without saying a word, she headed towards Jaylen’s bar to pick out a bottle of Casamigos Blanco. Adriel chuckled. “Rosa. Isn't that too early?” "It's afternoon and drifting towards evening. Two shots of tequila won't exactly hurt." Rosalyn winked. "Want some?" “Could indulge in your thoughts.” She shrugged. Rosalyn laughed loudly as she filled up the mini glasses and passed one to Adriel. "Cheers." They clinked their glasses together and they downed the drink, squinting their eyes at the warmth of it. "Damn! This is soothing!" Adriel blurted out.

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.