Saiyan Whiskey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don’t think I can forget her. I raised my glass to my lips and frowned when nothing poured down my throat. Glancing at the bartender, I signaled for another bottle of whiskey. “Emi… how about we try something different? You don’t seem to be getting drunk. There’s alcohol meant for werewolves that has been synthesized secretly. One glass is enough to get you drunk and make you forget your pain. Do you want to try it?” Salma whispered in my ear and although I got irritated at how close she was, the thought of getting drunk made my ears perk up.

Nanako stuck out her tongue and deliberately teased him, “Why are you talking so much when you’re just greedy?” Yahiko laughed a few times and took a bottle of sake with the word ‘14th Generation’ written on it, then said to Charlie, “Mr. Wade, this is no ordinary sake. This is the top-class sake that is the top out of thousands. It is called ‘Laughing Dragon and Nine Heavens’, and I’m afraid that even the Prime Minister might not have the chance to even smell it!” “Laughing Dragon and Nine Heavens...” The corners of Charlie’s mouth twitched slightly as he smiled awkwardly and asked Yahiko, “Why did they choose such a weird name?”

"Even if I die, I won't give this up to you, Bitch!" Cery grinned sharply, she still wouldn't give up. Challenging Rebecca's gaze. "Right now I might not be able to get what I want, Rebecca. But wait until the time is right." "We should have a drink first, I haven't welcomed you yet." Rebecca walked towards the small table where she kept several light to heavy alcoholic drinks. Rebecca's hand moved nimbly to pour whiskey into a special glass, which was then brought before Cery. "Drink up, it's the latest production from my father's company in the remote area." Rebecca's hand stretched out to give Cery a glass of the family's speciality whisky.

He texted her, asking where they were drinking. They ordered two kinds of drinks: the Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 Proof and Penicillin Cocktail. 192 Proof is made of premium ethyl alcohol with an agricultural cereal origin while Cocktail is one of the best drinks in Singapore. This is an intoxicating concoction of Islay Scotch, honey-ginger sweetening, and recent juice, the drink is lemony, sweet, and alluringly smoky all promptly. The cocktail tastes like a slice of heaven. It will be worth it.

“I want something else.” “Name it.” “I want a drink.” “I thought you weren’t drinking tonight.” “Yeah, because I don’t drink beer or hard liquor. I do, however, drink Cosmopolitans.” Jax groaned. “Fruity drinks.” She smiled. “Yep. Your man here said no-can-do when I asked for one.” Aidan had been casually standing behind the bar this whole time, listening to their conversation. He grinned at Sarah now, and she was a bit dazzled by him: he was all shaggy blond hair and golden eyes. Bright and beautiful, as shining and stunning as the sun.

She pulled her tie from her hair causing it to flow like a waterfall. "Have you ever been drunk, Talianna? Don't tell me you only drink expensive liquors? We only have this." Kaloy raised the canned beer. "We don't have Jack Daniel's, Jeam Bean and the... what do you call that? Is that Paul Walker, dude?" Kaloy creased his forehead, facing the man beside him. "Stupid! It's Johnnie Walker!" The man laughed. "No. I don't actually drink." I smiled at them.

I release a loud growl but it does nothing to lessen the anger burning through me. After some time spent in thought, I finally leave the office and head back to my bedroom. I make my way to the mahogany cabinet in the corner, opening one of the doors, I reach inside and pull out a bottle of whisky. It is a special collection gifted to me by an old friend. Since it isn't very easy to get lycans and werewolves to get drunk. He assured this is strong enough to knock down any supernatural species. That is exactly what I need right now.

I stay in the room for a few more minutes before the nagging in the back of my head forces me to get up and head up the stairs. I walk to the cellar and pick one of the aged whiskeys I got as a gift from the Stillwater pack. They have the best distilleries in the world and have one of the best brands both in the werewolf community and outside of it. What the humans don’t know is, their aged whiskey is strong enough to knock out even a werewolf, they found a way to manipulate wolfsbane and make it less dangerous but strong enough to make people delirious. I pour a glass and take a seat at the bar, my head feels heavy and it is starting to throb.

“I’m Elijah’s mate. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” Serena sighs, shaking her head. “Be patient, darling.” She gestures toward Zoe lazily. “Your friend is merely a temporary solution.” A sharp chill skates down my spine. “What do you mean?” I demand. Serena rolls her eyes like she’s growing bored. "Oh, come now. You already know." She waves a hand toward Zoe. "Unfortunately, Zoe isn’t mated to an Alpha. But..." Her lips curl in satisfaction. "She is mated to a Beta, and her soul—along with her six precious little lives growing inside her—is only enough to buy me a few hundred years. I want to be immortal, darling."

The young boy put the drink carefully in our cups and bowed before leaving. “Were you in the room when Kelvin was born?” I asked and sipped the alcohol. It burned my throat and made me cough. Rowan laughed. I turned the bottle and found that it was a Rylic Vodka 1937 and it is 57% alcoholic. “I don’t think you have seen anything like it before, have you?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t do much alcohol so I don’t know much about it.” Rowan drank it like it was water, I could never.