Spirits Novels & Stories

Ciro barely took his eyes off the shelves. -Yes. Bring me Brahim, we have business to discuss. - he ordered expressionlessly. He walked around the round table in the center and stood in front of another shelf. He saw wines and cocktails, liquors that were also of no merit at the meeting of brothers, they were very soft drinks, to numb their senses and Ciro needed to have the five lively ones. Among the soft liquors there was a long and narrower bottle than usual that was out of harmony with the rest of the category, it was a Sicilian Anise , the one indicated for the meeting. It had a bitter and strong urgent taste to the stimuli that it ignited in the human body, enough to knock down a wild

He asked. My mouth could only form an O and I scratched my head.. I walked over to the bar and soon came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Can't we just have rum?” Ethan muttered. “I'm not having rum,” I mumbled. If I was ever going to have rum again, it would be with Riley. Ethan shook his head and took the glass from me, pouring himself some wine. “So, what brought you to Texas? What could possibly make a worksholic leave his company and show up here?”

“See them? Or try them?” Her cheeks flushed at the suggestion, but before she could protest, Darius was already on his feet, striding toward her. He opened the cabinet with a practiced motion, pulling out a bottle with an ornate label and a deep golden liquid inside. “This,” he said, holding the bottle up, “is one of the most expensive spirits in the world. Aged over 60 years, imported straight from a private distillery in Scotland. You won’t find anything like it in most bars.”

He leaned against the bar beside him and mumbled, "You smell any wolves in here?" Quill scoffed, his eyes glinting under his mask as he took a drink. "No wolves are coming to this, man. Invitation only, and Lilly's not exactly in with that crowd." He smirked. "You need to loosen up. Have a drink. No one here is a threat."

Riley said. "Hey," I rolled my eyes at her. "I don't just have alcohol in here." "Then, what else do you have?" She asked, standing to her feet. Her eyes roamed around the room. "That's a brandy shelf; that's for whisky, and that's for more spirits," She pointed at each shelf that surrounded the room. "That's more brandy, oh bourbon? How on earth does someone survive on this much liquor?! Isn't that illegal?!" Riley questioned, a frown etched on her face.

“When you have a chronic illness, it's better to get used to it, it's not like me to complain about things I can't finish. I've already done some treatments for it, today the pain is bearable, annoying, but bearable. Besides, it has a really nice advantage, I don't have a hangover, no matter how much I drink, the next day I always wake up feeling good, without a hangover.” "You don't seem like the type to drink a lot." “I like to drink spirits and variations, caipirinha, tequila, whiskey, hi-fi, strawberry vodka, sake, and so on… But since I take prescription medication, I don't drink all the time, but it's always nice to drink. “ “You and my son would get alo

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

I asked, "What happened?" "Maybe mistakenly they provide us Vodka. Other items are the same but we didn't order this. Right ?? Wait. Lemme ask." Ira replied. "Wait there is a chit. Check that first." I said. "Hmm. Oh, this is their gift for us. But a useless gift. I don't drink and in my opinion, you also don't drink." Ira said. "Yeah. I don't drink. It was always my wish to drink, let's fulfill that today. I am going to drink it." I said.

She took a deep breath before opening it slowly. ••• The smokes coming from the devil's cigar formed a f**king thick cloud in the room, so much that it kept her face away from the dim light in the room. Even without her face in the light, her smell would definitely fill up any nose that enters. She smells like carnage, total havoc and destruction. The smokes began dying down by the minutes, and the first thing that came to view is a glass of bourbon on a metal stool in front of two female legs placed on each other.

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"