Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

Confused by that unusual request, Alexis' mother Inna asked: "Whiskey? What for?" "Oh... It's just that a few years ago a person told me that whiskey can relax you, so I thought King Alex might have some to make him feel better" Luka explained smiling mischievously: "For example, some evil alphas give whiskey to their omegas so they can do bad things to them in the forest..." "Luka!" Niurka said in alarm, hearing her son's bold words. But without pausing, looking Alexis in the eyes, Luka asked: "Do you think a little whiskey can relax you? It helped me a lot in the forest that time, so many years ago..."

Tessa's hand entered the door code until the sound of clicking made the two enter quickly to avoid the cold weather because of the snow that returned heavily, even though the temperature is currently three degrees. "Want to have a drink with me?" Tessa glanced at Axel before, finally, releasing his hands that were hugging her waist. Tessa's small feet immediately took out the whiskey she kept in the drawer of the pantry table. "Since when do you have whiskey?" Axel didn't expect Tessa to pull out the whiskey. "Confidential." Tessa blinked one eye and approached Axel with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in her right hand. balvenie thirty 30 years whiskey. The most expensive whiskey Tessa

I said quickly. “What’s your biggest secret?” Every muscle in my body locked up. No. No way. "I can't say" I grabbed the nearest glass of whiskey and downed it in one burning gulp. It seared its way down my throat, and I winced, eyes watering. Penny leaned in, worried. “Noah?” “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just needed to take the easy way out.” The game moved on. But it landed on me. Again. Now it was just ridiculous.

“Isn’t he fluid in lying? I could almost believe him.” He was holding a glass of whiskey and swirling the ice inside before he chugs it down swiftly. Damon didn’t remove his attention from the news, shaking his head. “Nah, I could see the corners of his lips trembling. He’s a terrible liar.”

Michael ‘It wasn’t a lie’, what wasn’t a lie? Our friendship? Our bond? Or her love for me? Because from where I am standing, all I see is lies and deceit. But maybe… I grit my teeth, no! she’s playing games with me again, but this time around, I know what kind of a woman she is and I’ll damned if I let her walk all over me, again. I open my hidden liquor cabinet from the bottom of my desk and remove a bottle of vintage bourbon, filling my glass I walk towards the couch on the far left of my office. I close my eyes, take a long sip of my bourbon and release a shuddering breath,

“Or maybe you are checking up on me. Which we already talked about.” “I am not checking up on you,” I lied. “I just needed to get out of my head for a while.” She stared at me for a long moment and I could see her deciding whether or not to believe me. Finally she sighed and grabbed a glass. “What do you want to drink?” “Whiskey. Neat.” She poured it and slid it across the bar to me. “Stay out of trouble.” “Always do,”

the driver asked respectfully. I leaned back, closing my eyes. My father’s gentle smile surfaced in my mind. "Home," I said softly. "Pick up my dad. We’re spending the New Year in Azure Bay." The convoy began to move, dust rising behind us. Later, I heard that the Murrell family became the biggest joke in the area. Drake was buried in debt, wandering around the village muttering that he was married to the richest woman alive. Meanwhile, Diana lost everything over the fake silver bracelet incident. In the end, she suffered a stroke and was left bedridden, with no one to care for her.

Digar, digar, namikhaaham bebinamat (I don't want to see you anymore) The barman immediately filled the glass with whiskey and kept it on the counter. I want her more than this whiskey. "Where is he?" I noticed the barman visibly shivered when I asked him. ''I ...I...I... don't.. kn... kn..know.'' When a person is lying, they stutter nervously. And I hate liars. Does he want to play games? Hell, then I love to play with my prey.

“So what have you decided to do with Elysian?” Adrian asked Lorcan as if asking for his opinion upon the matter of Elysian. He didn’t bother to give his answer so easily and got up to avoid any eye contact with others and made his way to the card catalog and took out another bottle of whiskey and gulped it down in one shot, soon the toxication of alcohol took over him and he stumbled, that made everyone leave their position to help him stand straight. But he stopped them with the gesture of his hand, “Stop there, you know, just a bottle of whiskey can’t make me drunk, I’m alright.” He said and Vincent smirked knowing his friend well that he is not a good drinker and he had already finished f

A guy shouted as Lily and I drank from our shot glasses. The liquid initially burned my throat but then felt warm as it went down. I had drunk with Lily occasionally in college, but it had been wine coolers. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I wasn’t sure if I could handle drinking whiskey. “Don’t worry, it will get better, and you will feel better after a few more.” Lily leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “Never have I faked being sick to get out of work.” The guy that won started the game.