Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

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.

"May I have one?" She asked him. He was confused. "A drink." She clarified for him. "May I have a drink?" "Yes, of course. What would you like? We have Scotch, Gin, and Whiskey." They all sounded strong, and horrible to her, but she needed to relax. Strong alcohol had the quickest effect. "Whiskey, please." She told him. He poured her a liberal amount in a crystal glass, walked over to her, and placed it in her right hand.

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.

I found myself reaching for a bottle of whiskey, and the need to numb the pain, to drown out the chaos in my mind, became too strong to resist. With a swift movement and the aching pain searing in my chest, I uncorked the bottle of whisky and poured myself a generous amount into the empty glass. In one swing, I gulped down the contents of the glass, feeling the burning sensation in my chest. I didn't stop; I took another and then another until the burning sensation in my throat was the only thing I could feel. I drowned in whiskey, hoping to numb the ache that Valeria’s rejection had carved into me, but it didn’t work. The alcohol did nothing to quiet the relentless thoughts of her.

...|<><>|...|<><>| . Enjoy !!! --------- |Taehyung| A bitter smell hit his nose, as he poured the whisky on glass, it was a snug, silky mouth feel whisky which offers a lesson in balance with notes of fresh barley, his stubborn brown gaze gazing at the glass, how the liquid twirling around the glass clinking the ice against the glass, He then lit a cigar and held it between his lips, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke escape into the air, his expression tensed, This was the first time in a very long time that he had experienced this unease.

Carolina I pick up the glass and take a tiny sip. The whiskey itself is acrid and dry, but overall, it isn't bad—not that I particularly know what I'd be looking for. But to get in on the joke, I make a big show of spluttering, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I slam the glass back on the table. "That's disgusting," I declare. "The worst whiskey I have ever tasted." Evans looks at me, incredulous. "Oh, for the love of—"

It was difficult for Aliyah to finish pouring a glass of whiskey. I kept calmly telling her, "Stand aside!" And I lifted the glass of whiskey to take a sip. The feeling of spicy, acrid in my mouth made me a bit uncomfortable. I have never found that whiskey is hard to drink like that.

In a quick motion, she swooped the bottle away from Trent, but she gripped it loosely enough that the bottle fell and a loud crashing sound of broken glass filled the entire bar. Bridgette sat down and stared at the shards of glass and spilt whiskey on the tiled floor of the bar. She began to cry for no particular reason. Trent helped her stand up. The bartender looked disappointed. He began writing something on a sheet of paper. It was the bill for that one bottle of whiskey. He handed it to Bridgette. "Miss. Here's the bill for that bottle of whiskey, "he said, trying to hide the frustration in his voice.