Tequila Worm Book Novels & Stories

Nestie asked, a bit doubtful if the blog really does exist. "She said she'd give it a title that I won't forget." Toto chortled as he looked at his notebook. "She called it 'Toto's Notebook'. You can look it up now if you like." "I’ll do that now," said Nestie and he brought out his phone to search for Toto’s Notebook on Blogspot. “Wow! It is live!” Nestie was surprised. “I see there are only five chapters.” “Yes. It will be longer when I finish,” said Toto.

Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings that seemed alive with their own purpose. “Within these pages lies every secret about the world’s hidden side,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the Darklord himself might hear.

He just found a person who could make use of these books, yet the person immediately looked down upon it. Before Alek Cider could speak and express what she observed, Toro raised his hand. “Quinn, Alek could not comprehend anything from the book. She would most likely stare at it for who knows how many days but still couldn’t learn anything from it.” Alek Cider glared at Toro. She pursed her lips as she grabbed a small book from under the refectory table. “I finished this in an hour!” She proudly exclaimed. Her tranquil eyes finally showed a different set of emotion-- embarrassment.

Mason notes. “I can’t do tequila shots,” I say with a quiver. “Not anymore. Give me a margarita and I’m fine, but straight tequila—nope. Get the whiskey instead.” Mason laughs. “What happened to make you not like tequila?” “A book signing in Mexico three years ago. We were all doing shots and I went from I don’t feel anything to not remembering the rest of the night.” I look at Sam. “But I didn’t throw up. I wanted to in the morning, but my iron stomach held.”

I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed. Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila I've ever had. I swear it's like a single malt scotch!" "El Tesoro Anejo, it's been sitting on my shelf for the last three years. Not the best but pretty damned good." I informed her.

she said, nodding. I narrowed my eyes as the female left. “You don’t think I can handle it,” I asked, questioning. “No offense but a hybrid such as yourself hyped up on tequila and straight sugar is a bad idea,” she said, making flying gestures with her hands. I cocked my head to the side. “What’s tek E la,” I asked, again annoyed that I didn’t understand. “It’s an alcoholic drink, it makes you relax and mellow out,” she explained. A drug? That they serve people so casually? What is this place?

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.

Maybe she had decided to leave because of the nightmare she had had that night. "Are you feeling okay?" Leonore asked extending a glass with a yellowish liquid, the young woman raised an eyebrow looking at it. "What is it?" She asked taking the glass. She brought the glass closer to her nose and grimaced at the strong smell of it. "Don't worry, it's just tequila." The witch said as she pointed to the cupboard full of bottles and jars. "You had a lousy expression, I thought it would be the best medicine." "Thank you." Artemisia turned the liquid in her mouth, feeling the tequila descend tearing like a sword of fire. Impressively, and expectedly, the young woman's mind began to quiet down a li

I can't be seen sulking around in a wizard's premises tonight. Few minutes later, I find myself ordering strong shots of tequila to ease myself. It's made from potato, the bartender introduced me to alcohol. "Are you a werewolf, sweetheart?" He asked while shoving my six-shooter towards me. I nod to his question, "What rank?" "Omega." I lied.