The Night Deposit Whiskey Library Novels & Stories

"Sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, Benjamin and I have the day off, so he can take care of Amanda all day, so Mom here can have a rest day. Come on!" I let you drag me into the huge TV room of your villa and snuggle up on the couch while she disappears. When he comes back, he's standing there with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a crate of non-alcoholic beer in the other. "I have brought the new whiskey from LDrinks. Benjamin says it’s good. I can’t wait to try it."

If Adriana Watson became too nosey, if it appeared she was on the verge of discovering the truth, well then… Getting up, I walked over to the cupboard where I kept the liquor. Pulling out a bottle of whiskey, I took a swig, not bothering to dirty a glass. The golden liquid burnt as it slid down my throat and joined the knot that was forming in my stomach. “Here’s to you, Adriana Watson.” The sound of my mocking toast filled the silent room. “Why the hell did you have to come here, and fuck everything up?”

Before Willow could say a word, the voice of the nightclub's madam rang out from the other end of the line. "Mr. Bassett, we've gathered all of Nightfall's finest ladies for you. Ladies, come on in." Willow's expression shifted instantly. Nightfall was a well-known nightclub in Emperia. It was a notorious money pit for the rich. Willow couldn't believe that Theodore was in a place like that. He had always told her he never mixed business with drinking.

Now the rage was creeping back in, filling the spaces the fighting had cleared. I needed a drink. There was a bar about ten minutes away, a supernatural-friendly dive called The Crimson Den. I walked in and headed straight for the bar. The place was half-empty, just a few shifters in one corner nursing their drinks. “Whiskey,” I told the bartender. “Bottle.” He set a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in front of me with a glass. I poured three fingers and downed it in one swallow. The burn felt good. I poured another and stared at the amber liquid, my mind churning.

So, I draft a letter of authority for Conners ready to fax to him the following morning, then set myself up on the narrow desk to mark up the area plan with notes and my thoughts on how to use the site. The site is perfect.... This is going to make me a fucking fortune. .... .... And I can't concentrate.... What is wrong with me? Everything's going my way. I'm going to make a mint out of what's coming and yet.... And yet.... Air. I need air. The streets are cool and welcoming. Quiet too, save for the raucous laughter of late-night bars and the bass thumping vibrating out from a club. An all-night liquor store sells me a half-bottle of whiskey from behind a grid, the attendant eyeing me with

“Let’s go see the wife.” He finished the beer, tossed the can into the backseat, and pulled out onto the street. Nocturne Capital Group wasn’t far. Twenty minutes if he didn’t hit traffic. He made it in twelve. The parking garage was cool and quiet. He parked crooked, one wheel up on the curb. Didn’t bother straightening out. He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the passenger seat and took a long drink. The burn felt good. Then he leaned back against the car and waited.

I walked back inside the compound. He locked it behind me. Neither of us spoke. I entered the mansion as quietly as I’d left. The front door clicked shut. Sleep was impossible now. It wouldn’t come. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until this nightmare ended. I walked toward the bar. The whiskey bottle I’d left there earlier was still waiting. I picked it up. Found a glass. Poured myself a drink. The amber liquid burned all the way down. I poured another. Then, carrying both the bottle and the glass, I made my way back upstairs.

He looks at me and nods once. Permission granted. Tonight the pack answers to the storm queen. 4:30 p.m. – Ohio Club basement Al Capone and thirty of the hardest ghosts in the afterlife are cleaning spectral tommy guns and pouring ghost-gin into flasks. Frankie Yale hands me a sawed-off made of pure moonlight. Frankie: “Point and think loud, doll. It’ll sing for you.” Al himself just tips his hat. Al: “Tonight we finish what we started in ’33.

So I might as well do some work to get my mind off her "Looking at the statistics you gave me Club Mi Amour and Dux Bar appear to be losing money. I'll have you go to Milan tomorrow to sort it out for me" I close my desktop waiting for this man to reply "Oh uhm yes boss," he says and I hang up Getting up I sigh making my way towards the alcohol cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of Macallan whiskey I pour some into glass. Opening my mini freezer I take the mini tongs and grab two perfect ice cubes placing them into my glass. Drinking the alcohol all in one gulp burns my throat and I force myself to hold back a cough

She staggeringly threw herself on the couch and after a few seconds, she stood up and went straight to the wine rack to grab a small bottle of whiskey. Nasha don’t like taking too much alcohol but she needed something that would clear her burdensome thoughts then she opened the 5ml whiskey and emptied it into her mouth. And after a few seconds, she fell asleep. Then Richardson accidentally stopped by and on seeing a bottle of whiskey lying close to her, he knew that she was drunk then he decided to carry her to the bed and watch over her until she awaken. However, Richardson’s lustful mind took over him, then he started to undress her: from removing her top to bra; to removing her trousers t