Novel & Cerita Saiyan Whiskey

Chapter 34 Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable. He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions. Just what he needed--except it wasn't working. He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.

Chiba Nobita signaled for Ramon Lee to pour everyone a huge drink. The Whiskey from the Island Nations was bittersweet and extremely strong, enough to make anyone drop after a few cups. Xynthia Zimmer immediately held her nose shut when Ramon brought the Whiskey over. “I’m sorry, I can’t drink. I’ll just have juice.” Naturally, Xynthia did not want to get in trouble again after what had happened before. Harvey York would probably stop accompanying her if the same happened again.

Something about the color is soft and sexy, and it gives me the courage to go along with my plan. My Christmas list may be short, but it's certainly specific. A man with arrogance and enough of a hot body to take my mind off the pain that haunts me tonight. I grab the drink menu and flip it open. It lands exactly on the page I need. American Whiskey . The best kind there is, damn it. My jaw drops when I read the prices.

"Drink up, bitch. It will help ease the pain, which is more than you and your sick daddy allowed us." A shiver snaked down my spine as I held up the bottle, chugging as the men watched. Pulling it away from my mouth, I coughed at the bitter taste of the whiskey. Saint pushed the bottle back toward my mouth, and I drank more of the obnoxious tasting shit until he finally reached up and took it from me. He handed it off to Sian, who tilted the bottle to take a sip. "Don't drink that shit, asshole," Saint snorted, causing my anxiety to spike and take hold of my mind. What the hell was in the whiskey? I couldn't pin- point the taste, but even now, my body was relaxing.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Nysaa's lips curled into a sardonic smile as she leaned in slightly closer to the bartender. "I need something strong. Give me a double shot of whiskey, and leave the bottle." He raised an eyebrow at her request, clearly impressed by her boldness. "You sure you can handle it, miss?" Nysaa met his gaze with a defiant stare. "Try me." The bartender poured the amber liquid into a glass, placing it in front of her along with the whiskey bottle. Nysaa took the glass and downed the first shot in one swift motion. The fiery warmth spread through her, bringing a welcome numbness to her emotions.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

"That is one hot whiskey." Fenris looked down at me. A slow, highly amused smile spread across his face. "That was not whiskey." I stopped coughing. I wiped my watering eyes and looked up at him. He laughed at my panicked expression. "It is a gift. I get a crate of it every year from my cousin. He works as a merchant down in the eastern ports." He laughed again, his chest vibrating against my hand. He called out the strange, foreign name of the liquor. "It is the absolute best thing to drink before sex."

Daniella’s discomfort and her fever. If I remember correctly, Rohan’s wine is imported directly from Egypt. Aside from his teachings, it is because of this wine that’s why he has so many clients. He wouldn’t tell the club where in Egypt exactly as he says it is a secret. Fancy Pants Club members don’t drink this in normal occasions as it really causes quite an effect on the body. It does make the drinker increase his or her libido. Makes one feel hot and if this isn’t decreased in one way or another, it results to fainting like what is happening to Daniella now.

“Do you have Cabernet?” “Of course,” he said. “We have several kinds, but there's one, in particular, that's quite good. It's a private stock, made from a small family in Sicily.” “I'll take that one,” Laura said, with a smile. “And you sir?” The waiter turned to face Ethan. “I'd like an Irish Whiskey, please,” Ethan said. “Very well,” the waiter said. “I'll be back with your drinks and to take your order in just a moment.”