Novel & Cerita Saiyan Whiskey

Maybe it would be better to take them along as backup, just in case. "Fine, come," I sigh, giving up. "But if things go south, both of you must get the hell out of there, got it?" "Of course," Isabella beams. "I’ll consider," Marah adds. Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to argue as I turn to Silas and hold up the nasty black liquid Marah gave us. "Bottoms up?" I announce, holding it up and waiting for him to cheers me. "Slainte," he responds before clicking his vial against mine and then bringing it to his lips. "Down the hatch."

"Let's get something to drink Madine, after my exhausting ceremony I feel more thirsty than usual." The cellar was full of liquors and wine and I pretended to look around. "Do you have a particular drink in mind?" Madine sat down on the long bench situated at the corner. "No, Your Majesty. Anything is fine as long as I can have them with you." I searched for something we could drink without ice or lemon. Then my eyes caught the branded whiskeys on the shelves. I took one and opened it smelling the hard caramel, vanilla, oak, and spice. It reminded me of her as I inhaled it and brought it to my lips for a taste.

“I know that you will not want Ziyah out of your sight, so this bottle is yours and another one from 1818 will be made available to you upon choosing to accompany them.” Dante held the bottle as if it was a precious and breakable thing. He definitely had a thing for bourbon. Shifters were like Fae. It took a lot to get us drunk. He started drinking bourbon when he was sixteen. It was not often, but mainly when his gift was getting the best of him. “You’re playing a dirty game,” I deadpanned. “Since you have it all figured out, what about our aiyanos?” A lazy grin stretched across his face because he knew that I was beginning to cave.

They were a tribe that turned into a big family that welcomes every exiled people as their own. And Saiya is not an exemption. Despite the rumors that surrounds her, she did not feel any remorse or hate from the tribe from the day she woke up five years ago until today. Each of them treated her like a family, loved her as their own, and protected her. Yes, she can summon a shadow but she cannot bring back a dead person. Thus, her being a necromancer is not possible and everyone in the village accepted that argument when the Chieftain explained Saiya's power to them.

Crayvin Cassandra is like a fine whiskey; one that doesn't need a chaser after you take a shot. A whiskey that was so pure and delicious by itself that you can drink it on the rocks straight. No, not drink... sip. Then savor. She is like a fine whiskey you would order from the top shelf and not dare ruin it by adding coke to it, but by simply sipping what you get and enjoying every drop.

Faiya came and led Nyra away from Drake and Dillon. She nodded at them and followed behind Faiya. Drake looked in his silver goblet at the orange coloured liquid. "What is this ?" he asked eying the liquid Warily. Dillon laughed. "It's Sira. Our kind of Alcohol. It's the speciality of the summer realm. We prepare it with fruits. Drink it up, you will like it" Dillon encouraged. Drake took a sip from the goblet and found its taste closer to wine. He nodded his head.

Fantastic and the wooden counter. Black seemed to be able to cover his soulmate entirely by his physical presence and to hide her this way of the indiscrete glances. He brought his face to her neck and took a deep breath. His wolf had been howling in his mind the moment she had walked away, and he had not bothered to apologize to his hosts. "A Glenlivet,18 Years, Single Malt, Whiskey...no ice." Bianca could feel chills run down her skin where his breath caressed her.

I couldn’t help noticing that they were all muscley, tan, and earth shatteringly gorgeous. “What can I get ya?” I asked when they reached the bar, plastering a smile on my face. “Oooh, I recommend the bamboo shooter.” Orchid squealed, squeezing herself between the bar and the closest wolf. “Thanks.” He responded dryly. “I think I’ll stick with whiskey, on the rocks.” “Oh, you are whale-cum. Get it, Whale. Cum? You know, cuz you got a moby dick?” Orchid was practically drooling on his shirt. Not that I blamed her, he was a good-looking man.

"Some say he is dangerous, but I think Lucian wins the sit." I smiled as I head over to the counter, where a blonde female waiter was cleaning up the glasses. "Sad day huh?" She asked as I take my sit. "Yea?" I said looking at her with confusion in my eyes. "Don't worry, I know the perfect drink." She said and head to the counter and to my surprise, she brings out a whiskey bottle. "How do you know my favourite?" I asked as she poured the whiskey into the cup. "Every alpha male would settle for whiskey because it burns the throat but the feeling will always be pure bliss." She said and winked at me.

Seems like he liked collecting things. “Drink?” he offered, going to the liquor cabinet opposite us and took two tumblers and a carafe filled with whiskey. The smell of it filled my nostrils and I inhaled appreciatively. It was a rare one, Finnish Single Malt. “Sure. Why not?” I said, watching him put ice into the glasses. There was something about him. I sniffed his scent. He was a shifter like me, but not a wolf. So, what was he? And more importantly, what did he want?