Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

Jax asked. "Brandy, Gin, Rum, Tequila, Vodka, and Whiskey." Raine replied. "Name at least 3 top whiskeys." Jax responded. "Jack Daniel's, Jim Beam, Jameson, Crown Royal, Maker's Mark, do you want me to list more?" Raine asked. "Nah, that'll do. Dress code is tank top and shorts." Jax smirked. "When do I start?" Raine asked.

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

Or whatever it is I'm doing right now. "Do you like scotch, then?" he says finally. "Actually, I've never had scotch," I blurt without thinking. When I realize I've just undermined my whole pick-up strategy, I rush on. "I mean, I've had whiskey. That's like scotch, right? Or..." Oh shit. What am I even talking about? "Or is scotch the same thing as whiskey? Or just whiskey that comes from Scotland? I know bourbon and whiskey are the same, and I like bourbon, and..." Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

Unrested, I paced to and fro, trying to think about a perfect strategy. Frustrated and angered by Bianca's stubbornness, I tossed my phone and black leather wallet onto the bed, the sound of them hitting the mattress a satisfying thud. I strode over to the mini-bar, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I poured myself a generous glass, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light of the room. I raised the glass to my lips, feeling the cool glass against my skin, and then gulped the whiskey down in one swift motion.

After hanging up, He strolled to his wine bar and brought out three different bottles of whiskey, he raised each one high up and scrutinized them with his eyes. Maybe wondering which will fit the celebration at hand, finally he set the last bottle down and made his choice. He opened the new brand-label whiskey and poured half of its content into the wine glass. He brought it to his lips and took a sip licking his lips in satisfaction. He suddenly began to laugh heartily, hell! It has been a long he felt so good. He just feels like dancing on top of the skies, maybe he should call those bastards Jasamina has as parents and share the good news with them.

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

“Nico is being all annoying with his skin care routine.” I start to stand up, agreeing to the plan, but I nearly gag when I see Frankie pick up Christian’s discarded glass of whiskey and take a hefty sip. “Frankie!” I shriek, laughing. “What!?” he sputters, swallowing in a hurry as I start to smack at him, grabbing for the glass. “You can’t drink whiskey after you brushed your teeth! That’s so gross! That’s sacrilege!” “No, Iris,” he says, laughing and backing away from me, holding the crystal tumbler high out of my reach. “Letting 25-year-old scotch go to waste is sacrilege.”

CHAPTER 14 "Are you sure you are really cool with that? I mean, you could barely handle alcohol." Amelia spoke worried on seeing Alyssa handling her fourth bottle. Alyssa who's head had fallen to the table finally rised back up to look at her friend. She laughed tipsily and drank up another cup. "Don't be silly Amy. It's just whiskey." She dragged her words. "Yeah! A Highly toxified one." Amelia raised a brow. "Huh?" Alyssa squicked shrinking her eyes at the bottle.

The piercing leathery aroma of the drink enters their nose. “That’s whiskey. Real stuff, I’m telling you. The wheat grown from the soil, none of that sweet shite from Corpo hyper wheat.” The two down their shots fast. Leathery, rough, syrupy and sweet. Leyland wasn’t lying. This was better than the local stuff. “Secret to that, is the real wood. They don’t use cloned lumber.” Sol pours more of the whiskey, taking in a small sip to appreciate the drink’s delicate flavors. “Big leagues.” She mutters to herself.

Saying, she locked her phone's screen and holding it tightly in her hand, she shuffled over to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator, she snapped its cap opened and thought of either getting a glass cup of not. She can finish this, can't she? Of course, not like this is her first time Levelling the whiskey up to her mouth, it tumbled over into her throat. As she took a mouthful of it thereafter, she took the whiskey from her mouth to feel its shrilling burn down her throat. She cheekily smiled, rooting for more until-