Saiyan Whiskey Novels & Stories

He says chuckling. “I have spent the better part of five years pranking warriors, Jaxon. Believe me when I say, you will never know when I am playing you.” I say as I walk over and look in his liquor cabinet. He has whisky, rum and bourbon. I see some bitters and dry garnishes. He certainly likes a good drink. “See anything you like?” He asks whispering in my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. On the top shelf of his cabinet I see a bottle of ‘Elijah Craig Small Batch’ and I point to it. “I don’t see many with Elijah Craig. A smoky bourbon, like your scent. Well, that with blood orange.”

He put his hand over mine. He had feelings for me, but I never reciprocate. He knew I've been handling my business since college. I was filling in for my dad, that was cruelly shot by my own mother because she was an alcoholic drunk. That's why I don't drink. I smoke. I know it's worse. I would drink one glass at a party, or just to be polite, or to get the people I'm with more relaxed.

"That's a two-hundred-dollar bottle." "Then it's a good thing I'm not buying the whole bottle." His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. "I'm Josh, by the way,Josh Anderson. And you look like you could use something better than rotgut whiskey to drown whatever demons you're fighting tonight." "Zara Williams," I said, accepting the crystal tumbler he offered. The whiskey was amber gold and smelled like heaven. "And what makes you think I'm fighting demons?"

Opened the door unprecedented beauty naked model with breast second size, with chic necklace from diamonds, rubies, diamonds on its neck and with Golden tiara on anybody. - Nice to meet you, Astarte! Astarte held out her hand to Peter for a kiss. "Nice to meet you." Peter hesitated, embarrassed, and kissed her hand. "You're coming in!" We have a great range of alcohol! You will be served by the best bartender in history - Dionysus! Our bartender Dionysus makes the best cocktails in the universe from tequila, sake and old whiskey from a sunken pirate ship of the 16th century! Well, I lie, shamelessly lie, the best cocktails in Moscow!

"Yes, well. The humans still trade with us but I am afraid our own kind does not. Thus, we cannot import beer from South Africa, as Alpha Ciaran owns most of the breweries there." It had been a pain in my side ever since I took over from Dominique. His actions had led the outside world to hate us. Made our name bitter in their mouths. Because he had let the human world come too close to us. Let Lupitum fall into disrepair. If he hadn't been a family friend, he should have been killed the moment I took over. But he wasn't. Because he was the only father I had known since mine passed. "I have a shipment of Irish whiskey coming in soon. Along with medicinal herbs from China. What can I say? I h

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh

He staggers to his feet, swaying like a sailor on a storm-tossed ship. I'm up in a second, slipping an arm around his waist to steady him. "Easy, love," I say, biting back another laugh. "You're still very drunk." He leans heavily on me as we shuffle towards the bathroom, his arm slung over my shoulders. "How are you still drunk?" I ask, shaking my head in amusement. "You're a tribrid. Shouldn't your body burn through alcohol faster?" He just hums happily and nuzzles my hair. "Special whiskey," he mumbles. "Wolfsbane blend. Hits different."

Jax turned to the bartender, "give me the strongest drink you have" he replied. "Are you sure?" "Yes." The bartender nodded and mixed up the drink and slid it over to Jax. Jax took the drink and downed it in one go. "Easy, you weren't supposed to drink it all in one go." the bartender told him. Jax smiled at him, "What is your name?" he asked. "Sai" the bartender replied. "You are so nice." Jax said drunkenly, he was already feeling the effects of the drink.

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

he appreciated the translucent gold colour as he swirled it. I looked at him briefly before I picked up the cocktail, “Yeah, a drink can do.” I swallowed it down greedily in one shot and it burned my throat. “But that doesn’t mean I would let you get in my pants,” I said with a smug smile. It was not hard for me to read men’s minds. They all want the same thing. “I’m not expecting anything whatsoever, you know. Not trying to get you to raise my kids.” He said with a wide smile. And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves.