Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

I wanna kill him! Napamaaang si Nayla sa narinig. Natutuop niya pa ang bibig dahil sa hindi rin siya makapaniwala sa impormasyon na isinawalat ni Zykiel. Mapakla akong napangiti. Twenty-nine years akong nabuhay sa kasinungalingan. Napaisip ako. Ano kaya ang nasa isipan nila noong mga panahong lugmok na lugmok ako sa kalungkutan at sa pangungulila ko sa mga magulang ko? Pinagtatawanan kaya nila ako? Siguro...kasi galit sila sa'kin eh at saka hindi naman pala nila ako tunay na kadugo! Kung tutuusin ay sampid lang ako sa pamilya nila! Nakiki-apilyedo lang!

Josuha tries to recollect everything we just found out in the last few days. “And oh, the handsome commander has been lying to you? All this in less than forty-eight hours?” he asks. I nodded. “Fuck. I need a drink. Anyone else?” He offers, pulling out a bottle of Bourbon whiskey. He pours himself into a glass and chugs everything at once. He offers me, but I shake my head. He also offers Becky, who says no. He ends up pouring another one for himself. “Fuck.” He is panicking as I lower my head.

“You’re lying.” “Everyone lies sometimes,” Iris replied quietly, surprising even herself with the words. Her mother exhaled deeply. “Iris, if something is going on, tell me. I’m not your enemy.” But she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for anyone to know about Adrian. About the way he made her feel—like she was drowning and addicted to the water at the same time. She forced a smile, kissed them both goodnight, and rushed upstairs. ⸻ THE ENVELOPE

The whiskey seemed to be playing tricks on his mind, bringing forth the one person he couldn't shake off his thoughts—Lily. The silence in the room was now oppressive, with only the sound of Lewis's breathing and the clinking of the glass breaking the stillness. He took another sip, the liquor burning his throat, but he welcomed the distraction. For a moment, it numbed the pain and the loneliness that had been haunting him.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

Something about the color is soft and sexy, and it gives me the courage to go along with my plan. My Christmas list may be short, but it's certainly specific. A man with arrogance and enough of a hot body to take my mind off the pain that haunts me tonight. I grab the drink menu and flip it open. It lands exactly on the page I need. American Whiskey . The best kind there is, damn it. My jaw drops when I read the prices.

CANNON THE WHISKEY tasted like piss and for the fuck of it, I dunked down another glass. No cheap whiskey would ruin my night and certainly not the man seated on my couch blabbing about his wife and related marital issues because that’s just the thing, I was high like a teen on Valium.

Brandy stopped moving his fingers on the controller and was surprised at what he said. "Don’t you think you're overreacting?" "Why would I overreact? It’s the truth. Veronica was poisoned by Tony Lawson. We have to help her find her way back." "I think it’s better if I help you dig your own grave, then. Oh, we should start with your coffin—what color do you like?" Brandy asked sardonically. "Pink," Whiskey said and sighed heavily. "Carnation pink." Brandy was too surprised by his answer and almost smacked his face. Whiskey grabbed the melted ice cream and sulked. He looked brokenhearted, like a kid. So Brandy couldn’t help but ask the big guy:

He took another slow sip from his whiskey glass, waiting for my brain to catch up with the bomb he had just dropped. “You’re lying, Adam,” I finally managed to whisper, though my voice didn’t carry the conviction I wanted it to. My hands were shaking now, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “You’re lying. There’s no way that’s true. Linda wouldn't.”