The Night Deposit Whiskey Library Novels & Stories

Whiskey + friends + secrets = big trouble coming, I literally saw her smirk. I walked down the dark hall to Jaxon’s room. The door creaked like it was laughing at me. I dropped to my knees, stuck my hand under the bed, and felt around. Bingo! An old school book with the middle cut out like a bad spy movie. Honestly I was dumb founded though, I had only watched these in movies and then read them in books. All these colleges from and movies from the earlier generations, life with boys, maybe It wasn't that bad, any way in side was a bottle of whiskey, golden and sloshing. My wolf perked up more, like “Ooh, what’s that?” I told it to calm down. “ Calm down girl I hate how you just get so curios

ETHAN’S POV THE BLACK ORCHID – PRIVATE GENTLEMEN’S CLUB, UPPER WEST SIDE The bachelor party was loud, wild, and dripping with money. The Black Orchid had been shut down for the night just for us. Red lights pulsed across the room. Black leather booths lined the walls. On the main stage, two stunning strippers in tiny gold thongs moved sensually to the heavy beat of the music, their bodies glistening under the spotlights. Derek shoved another glass of expensive whiskey into my hand and grinned. “Last night as a free man, brother! Drink up before Juliana locks you down forever!”

“I can’t wait to get a whiskey. A whiskey is the perfect way to start the night.” Violet raises a brow. “Isn’t this the start of the night?” She questions, nodding to the mini bottles that lay on the floor of the car. “Champagne and gossip?” Nadia shrugs. “Guess so,” she doesn’t disagree. “But a whiskey would make it ten times better.” “Your wish is my command,” Leona says, leaning forward to knock on the window. “Step on it!” She orders, insisting the driver go faster. “We’ll be there in just another moment, ma’am.”

He was unwanted and alone, and with every moment his connection to Rhylent diminished, he felt even more desolate. Chasm reached the liquor store and walked in, listening to the door chime. The man behind the counter glanced up, scanned him, and then went back to staring at his phone. That was fine with Chasm. He walked up and down the aisles and then found the bottles marked with the word whiskey. Chasm picked up two of the most oversized whiskey bottles and then headed to the counter. "You must be having a party tonight." The man said as he took the bottles from Chasm's hands.

NATASHA. (Back in Blue Moon) The rim of my glass clinks against the wooden bar counter for the third time tonight, though it’s not even close to midnight. The tavern isn’t crowded yet, but the low hum of conversations and the scent of burning oak wrap around me like a suffocating blanket. I swirl the amber liquid inside my glass, staring at the way it catches the dim light. My throat burns from the whiskey, but it’s nothing compared to the fire clawing in my chest.

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

“You holding up okay? These events can be overwhelming if you’re not used to them.” “I’m fine.” “You look like you need a drink. Come on, I’ll get you something.” He started walking and Elena followed before she could decide if she wanted to. They ended up in what looked like a library, shelves packed with leather-bound books, a bar cart in the corner stocked with bottles that probably cost more than her car. Carlos poured something amber into a crystal glass. “Here.” “I’m not really drinking tonight.” “It’s just whiskey. Good whiskey. Won’t hurt you.”

Tonight I would end it. I waited until the house felt dead asleep. At past 1am, I slipped downstairs barefoot, vial in my fist. The kitchen marble stayed cold under my feet. I went straight to the wine bar, opened the whiskey decanter he drank from every night, unscrewed the tiny vial, let three drops fall inside slowly. My hand shook more than I wanted. Footsteps came behind me, steady, quiet. I dropped behind the island fast, heart slamming against my ribs.

The second the door to Neylan’s penthouse shuts behind us, the sudden warmth of his living room hits my face, but I don't even pause to take off my dripping sneakers. I walk straight past the white couch, my wet shoes leaving dark tracks on his pristine hardwood floor, and head directly for the massive glass display bar in the corner. My eyes scan the rows of bottles until I spot the darkest, strongest bottle of imported whiskey he has sitting on the top shelf, and I grab it by the neck, ripping the seal off with my teeth and spitting the plastic onto the floor. “The hell?” Neylan says from behind me, his heavy footsteps stopping near the edge of the kitchen counter as he watches me with his

Luciano – POV I stormed into the library like the walls themselves owed me something. The door slammed behind me, the echo ricocheting off the shelves like a warning. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the bar cart, snatched the decanter of whiskey with one hand and poured straight into the glass with the other. Too slow. I cursed, tossed the glass across the room, and drank straight from the bottle. One swallow. Two. Three. Fire poured down my throat, but it did nothing to drown the heat already roaring through me.