Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

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-

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.

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.

She wasn't used to people giving her endearment. "Teqs," He called out smirking at her scowling face. "What? Teqs?!" George arched his brows in confusion. "Yes. It's actually tequila. Do you have a problem with that?" He arched his brows quizzical. Sarah flipped her indexes at the crook of his neck making him wince. "Ouch! What did i do this time?" "Watch your tone, you peas." she admonished. George cracked up laughing as he shook his head at her while Yara smiled, "your best friend is cool.”

"Okay, first lesson on how to drink whiskey like a connoisseur." He gently took the glass from my hand, his fingertip brushing mine. "Step one, swirl it." Jack demonstrated, rotating the glass to release the aromas. "Step two, sniff." He brought the glass to his nose, closing his eyes to appreciate the scent. "Step three, sip." he took a small sip, savoring the flavor. "Step four, savor," he let the whiskey linger in his mouth, and then he swallowed. I watched his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Shit, if I wasn't attracted to him before, I certainly was now.

Alex reached for the center table; there was a bottle of whiskey there and a glass for drinking. He stared at the whiskey glass for a couple of seconds, contemplating whether to drink directly from the bottle or with the glass. He sucked the air through his teeth and also reached for the glass. He poured a little of the bottle's contents into the glass and returned the bottle to the table. He relaxed back on the couch and stared at the glass of whiskey absentmindedly. He had his own issues that he was struggling with after all; even though it had been so long, it was something that still kept him down.

Leo slid his eyes my way, I peered back to see if he wants me not to touch the glass again but his eyes say nothing, as usual. I reached for the already opened bottle to help myself with it. I was waiting for Leo to stop me but he didn't so I knew I was allowed to drink. I don't empty the entire glass in my mouth this time, I put the edge of the glass to my lips and sipped from it. It's now, I can taste the whiskey properly. It's unlike the kind of whiskey I've had before, it's a little harsher so I looked at the name on the bottle. It was one hell of an expensive brand.

He poured some more of the amber liquid into the glass, keeping his dark eyes on my face. I held the glass gingerly, and took a couple sips. While my Dad let me drink wine, he had never introduced me to any kind of liquor. I looked down at the bottle and read the fancy label. "Whiskey. Do you like this brand?" I tilted my head and asked Viktor.