Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

Liam's POV Liam's Penthouse “What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.

“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.

The nightlife has never been so quiet. Everything remains the same; only I have changed. Kai let out a long and deep sigh after gulping the entire whiskey in his glass. He was being devoured by the thoughts that were racing through his head. He can't stop thinking about it, so he pours another whiskey into his glass and sips it down to the last drop. Regardless of how many glasses he had, it appears that whiskey is just water to him, as it never caused him to become inebriated.

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

She yelled, "Adrian, you were the one who made Liliana dance for me. You were there when I dropped her mother's urn. You let this happen. "Liliana's death, her self-immolation, was because she lost hope in you. Don't you dare pin this on me just to ease your own conscience!" As Macie was dragged away, her accusations hung in the air, a haunting refrain in Adrian's ears. Adrian knew deep down that Macie was right—he was the one to blame for Liliana's death. He had taken the life of the person he cherished most. Ever since that day, Adrian drowned his sorrows. Bottle after bottle, he lost himself in a haze of alcohol that clouded his judgment. Eventually, he made one disastrous decision after

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

Hence, when John asked for money to improve Mary’s life, I never said no. For him to gain a respectable standing in the countryside, I managed to find a good job for him through my network. During holidays, I would transfer money to him to buy gifts for Mary. I was hoping to use materialistic goods to make up for my absence. However, I had not expected John to have lied to all sides. He had been using me as an excuse to Mary. He even coveted my money and did not share a single cent with Mary. Of course, John dared to do that because Mary loved him very much.

She was lying flat on her stomach, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “Not again,” she murmured. Jake pushed himself off her and sat down on the edge of the bed. A bottle of whiskey stood on the night stand and he grabbed it. He closed his eyes as the liquor burned down his throat. He wasn’t buzzed, not even close, but it did feel like he was chasing his demons.