Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

Zach looked at his friend and hurried back. His steps showed that he was in a hurry. "A ghost is chasing after you?" he raised his sword-like eyebrows and said jokingly. Callen walked around Zach's side with his big steps. He walked to the wine cabinet and opened the glass door. He did not look at what he was picking and just roughly picked up a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls. Within a few seconds, almost half of the new bottle of whiskey was finished.

~ALEX~ Steam clings to my body as I step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around my hips. Water drops down my chest, slow and deliberate, disappearing at my waist. I run a hand over my hair as I walk to the table and pour myself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid splashes into the glass . I don't bother with ice. I drink it in one go. It burns going down, and I welcome it. The burn clears my head. It shuts things up.

I laughed softly as I made my way to the bar. I leaned against the bar like it had personally offended me,squinting at the cocktail menu. “Three tequila shots,please. Wait no. Two. I mean—three. I don’t want to seem weak. Or maybe. Oh I know. Do you have whiskey?” I paused, narrowing my eyes on the list again. “I feel like Whiskey girls don’t get cheated on.” The bartender gave me a look that said you good,sweetheart? but before he could say anything,a deep voice slid in beside me,smooth,rich and dangerous.”

She picked up the second glass of whiskey and downed it. The whiskey was an aged brandy, and the alcohol content was quite high, so it was not an easy feat for her to gulp down two full glasses consecutively. She held her breath after finishing the drink as before and only exhaled after a long while. On the other hand, he did not chuckle this time. Instead, he looked at her in silence. He nudged a glass of ice water at her and said indifferently, “It’s more fun to play a game when it’s played slowly, isn’t it?”

The whiskey’s haze cleared in a surge of adrenaline. “What the hell…”

I said with all seriousness. “You want to buy my alcohol?” The bartender asked as he yanked out a new bottle of alcohol named whiskey. “This is Whisky, a special type of alcohol. It’s quite expensive and rare. You think you can afford it?” “I’ll pay you double.” “Sold!” He exclaimed joyfully without hesitation. “Sold what?” The cowboy asked. “These gentlemen just bought the last bottle of whiskey. So, I must announce now that whiskey is unavailable for today,” the bartender said happily.

Lexy turned to look at Ethan and repeated what she said, then she winked and left. “Whiskey…. Whiskey….” Ethan hurriedly rinsed his whole body, chanting the word whiskey mindlessly. It was not that he did not know what to do that the man was like silly saying the same word again and again as he was inside the shower, it was because Ethan was trying to scan his memory of which one was the best among the finished products and even the ones still in the laboratory of whiskey that he had seen in the company until recently. And just as he was about to get done, he remembered something. He rushed out of the bathroom with a very bright and bouncy mood.

"Excuse me, could we get a bottle of whiskey, please?" "Coming right up, sir," the bartender replied, walking over with a bottle of decent whiskey and two clean glasses. There was a brief silence as both men watched the bartender pour the amber liquid into their glasses. The sound of other customers talking quietly and soft jazz music playing in the background created a comfortable atmosphere. "That's the nice thing about whiskey," Jackson said, lifting his glass. "It helps reset your brain and makes you think more clearly." "Since your brain is supposedly reset now, can we discuss why we're actually here?" Liam asked, picking up his own glass but not drinking from it yet.

Paul asked, trying to catch his breath. She looked at Paul and laughed even harder. She rested her hands on the bar to brace herself as amused tears ran down her face. Between her giggles, she finally answered the Alpha. "They call it The Heads of Moonshine." She said. It was obvious that Paul was feeling the effects of the strong drink almost immediately. He sniffed the glass. "Are you sure this is a human whiskey?" He asked. There was no way that any human could survive this alcohol. Emerald giggled, "I am sure, it is always hilarious to see werewolves try it the first time." She said continuing to giggle.

I smirk, thinking to myself. I walk behind the bar and pull out a chilled glass from the fridge. The condensation tickles the tips of my fingers as it gradually trickles down the side of my hand. I reach for the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a generous dose over ice cubes as they sit in the bottom of the glass. I bring my drink up to my nose, sniffing the harsh aroma it offers as I swirl it around, creating a baby whirlpool. I take a large sip of the lavish liquor, closing my eyes savouring every moment as it deliberately slides down the back of my throat, swallowing it like a champ.