Saiyan Whiskey 소설 & 이야기

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

Glass and cut crystal everywhere, capturing the glow of the city—ahead and below. Beside the lavish, unused kitchen stands a grand minibar, stocked with the most expensive, imported wines, liquor, and spirits. Sebastian chooses a small thirty-year-old bottle of Irish Whiskey, expensive enough to fund a small business, with change leftover. Sebastian pours himself a quarter glass, sipping it with a grunt when it burns his throat. Its crisp flavour and smooth, balmy richness coat his tastebuds, leaving a pleasing buzz on his tongue.

“Smells like arson and secrets.” Dante pours himself whiskey. “And Whiskey. My favorite combination.” I hand Sasha the test. She squeals so loud that we all wince. “Shut up! A mini-Grant?” Dante grins. “Or a mini-Lila. God help us.” Ethan rolls his eyes. “It’s early. Could be nothing.” Sasha waves him off. “Could be everything. I’m buying onesies. Gender-neutral, and Cashmere.” Dante raises his glass. “To tiny tyrants and terrorists.”

he said with a grin. “What are we going to call the other one? Johnny Walker? Bacardi? Jim Bean? How about we just skip brands and go straight for Vodka or whiskey?” Sebestian asked with a chuckle, though he did have to admit, he kind of liked it too. He shook his head when Allen laughed.

“Odd name, but I’ll bite. I’ll get one next time.” He held his out to me, and I took a drink. I could almost taste the lingering of his lips on the cup. “That’s not as good as the Blood Moon, but it’s certainly a favorite taste of mine. It’s called Warrior. Not as flashy of a name, but it tastes good.” Doll. Kai. Handsome. Blood Moon. Warrior. Just like that, the illusion shattered.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Carson asked with expectancy after Saul took a sip. Saul put the glass at an arm's length and gave a satisfactory nod observing it. “Blue berry, black pepper and earthy, I like it.” “Your palate is incredible, son. I wish to relax now and you take over the whole company.” “Don't say such words dad. You have a long way to go.” Saul hugged his father. “It’s a Shiraz blend from the cooler climate of the Yarra valley.” Carson pointed to the glass in Saul’s hand.

Ian looked away from Ian and picked up a glass of whiskey from the table, which he downed without hesitation. "Cool! You're sporty!" Shane drank a glass himself too. "I don't want you accusing me of cheating, so I'll drink a few more glasses to match the amount you drank before this." With that, Shane downed a few more glasses of whiskey. There was a bottle of Hennesey on the table. Although the drink was diluted with ice cubes and served in a small drinking glass, Sage still felt a surge of confidence when she noticed Shane looking unfazed after a few drinks.

“You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s 180 proof. So it will hit differently.” Coughing, my eyes widened. “That’s…the highest proof I’ve ever heard of for a whiskey.” He nodded and took my now empty glass. Filling it up again, Finn came around and sat next to me. His fingers thrummed against the kitchen bar before he sighed. “Nate, who is your new mate?” My eyes widened. “I…it’s…I just…” “Is it Silas?” Swallowing, I reached out with a shaky hand and took another small sip of the drink. “I just…”

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.