Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

“One minute I saw you and the next you were gone, I told you to wait for me. Did something happen?” Before Phoebe could answer, Seth cut in, his tone sharp. “She got drunk,” he said, looking at me like I was the problem. “You let her get drunk at your party.” I frowned, genuinely confused. “I would never do that. The drink I gave her was just juice. Maybe someone mixed alcohol into it without me knowing. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Phoebe looked between us, her shoulders tense. “It’s fine,” she said quietly. “It’s behind us now.”

This game was getting exciting day by day. I picked up the glass of whiskey from the table in front of me and took a sip, before one of my men, threw a pleading man in front of the table. The man on ground was shivering and blood was covering his whole face, which was the result of the hard work of my men on him. I smirked looking at his condition and relaxed back in my seat. He looked up and pleaded once again, "Please le-let me go! I am so-sorry!" He was crying nonstop, but it was not working on me.

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!

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:

“Vodka. I’m not talking about the killer king or Muller, I’m talking about someone who’s more influential than they are. Someone who could come up to me with all he’s got and maybe I’ll not be able to withstand him. I never felt he’ll turn out to be an enemy to me just because I refused to hand Vanesa over to him in marriage and also, because I turned down an offer to split my company in three parts and let him have a third of it.” “What?!l” he exclaimed. His eyes popped out and he got so curious. He couldn’t wait further to ask who the person was. “…The governor of the state, Mr. Baize Wellington,” I replied. The room was silent and I could see the tension in the air. No one would believe i

I replied. Okay let me confess, I'm not fine. I lied to my husband that I wasn't a v-irgin when we were dating so that he'll be with me because I overheard in his discussion with friends when we're still getting to know each other, his friends asked him if he can marry a virgin? And he bluntly said no. "Even if them put knife for my neck I no go gree! I need someone experienced" he said. I loved him so much and didn't want to lose him, so I l!ed.

Porcius then handed it to Quintus. “What is it?” “Something close to whiskey. It’s powerful, but wet, so watch it.” Cautiously, Quintus looked into the brew. “What if it’s poison?” Porcius held up a different jar, one already open, and took a long draw on it, showing it was partially empty. “I ain’t dead yet.” Quintus tasted it, made a face, but took another sip. “Strong, indeed.” Porcius nodded with vigor. “These people invented whiskey, these Celtic bastards . . . Water of life they call it. How ironic is that, huh? I bet my ass to odd high that if ya drank enough it’d kill yer ass dead in an hour.”