Novelas y relatos de Spirits

The fabric felt reassuring against my skin as I tied it around my waist, mentally preparing myself for the tasks ahead. With a warm smile, Mr. William gestured towards the array of liquor bottles, explaining the basics of the bar's setup. “Alright, Eva, let me give you a quick rundown of our offerings,” he began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “We have a wide selection of spirits, wines, and beers. Over here, you'll find our premium whiskey, while the vodkas and gins are on the shelf to your right.” I nodded attentively, absorbing his instructions. It was clear that Mr. William took pride in his establishment and wanted me to feel confident in my role. As h

Ashby teases, shooting me a playful wink. I roll my eyes, "Very funny." Summoning a waiter, we place our orders – a bottle of whiskey, vodka, gin, and rum, a symphony of spirits to fuel the night. Water is ordered for Ashby, who, in a fleeting commitment to health, claims to be on a diet. The vibrant scene around us continues to unfold, a tableau of desire, laughter, and camaraderie against the backdrop of the club's dynamic ambiance.

Irritated, I got up and poured myself a drink. The most popular drink in hell was called Spirits, which was created by harvesting the blood of a sinner and distilling it, making it into alcohol. The stronger the sinner, the more concentrated the blood, which affected how fast a demon would become intoxicated. Especially if the sinner was a priest or a holy man. The sin would be more damning, making the blood a vintage blend.

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She had given up her job for him and had almost given up her free will just near the end. Letting out a long, shaky breath, she took another sip of the hot liquid. She could not dredge up all that hurt and anguish right now. Fighting the Christmas blahs that were slowly working their way inside her would take all the energy she had. She stared at the calendar. It was November twenty-seventh. Twenty-eight days until that dreaded day arrived and left for another three hundred and sixty-five days. She just had to get through it. Without alcoholic help, she decided. Last year, she had tried that, but going into work several days in a row with her head aching with a hangover kind of way h

Sort of. "Now this is something I can drink for life." I say to the smiling couple. "Wait, what's in it?" I question realising I have no idea what it is I'm actually drinking. "It's called a Whiskey Sour, it's mainly lemon juice and whiskey but I added a delicious alcoholic maple syrup." Nat informs me. Am I the only person who didn't know alcoholic maple syrup was a thing? Probably. Sam smiles at me as I sip my 'Whiskey Sour', before he leans down and whispers in Natalie's ear. It seems like an intimate and personal moment so look away, glancing at all the drunk party goers.

Jacob curled his lips as he said, “Just look at the expression on your face now! You look like someone who has never seen this world before! A bottle of Moutai that costs 2.99 million dollars can already scare you like this? Let me tell you, there is another kind of liquor, and there are only ten bottles of that Moutai in the entire country! It is called the Drought Spirit, and it is worth tens of millions of dollars each!” “Drought Spirit?” Elaine frowned as she asked, “What do you mean by that? Was the liquor dug out from the drylands?!” Jacob replied contemptuously, “Are you sure you graduated from university? I am talking about the drought period, not the dry and barren lands!” Elaine sp

I cut him off, hastening to pour myself another glass of wine. I already did that before he grabbed the bottle of what was left from my reach. "Umperio de spiriti. Imported directly on demand from Japan's biggest brewery. 56% alcohol contained. Hits harder when had on an empty stomach or a few minutes after a meal. Except you want to do this to yourself," he finished, looking up from the label on the bottle like he had read all of those from there. I chuckled, my eyes already feeling heavy. "You know so much. I'm impressed," I chuckled, not sure anymore of how much control I had of my head.

She was also a waitress, but eventually, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. “Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?” She waved the black cloth in front of my face. “Top Shelf Liquor is divided into two categories—Darks and Lights. Darks include Scotch, brandy, and whiskey. Lights include gin, tequila, and vodka,” she explained again. I nodded just to keep the conversation moving. Her voice was barely audible over the DJ’s music and the crowd dancing on the floor. She’s the only one who calls me Lisa. She said Cali sounds too common, Cal makes me sound like a guy, Lis is too short, and Lista makes me sound like a list of debts.