Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

“Nothing, I just… I thought you would have guessed that the virginity part was the lie.” “Well? Was it?” he asked. I shook my head, and he gestured to my whiskey. “You’re supposed to drink if I got it right.” Sighing softly, I took a tiny sip of my whiskey; when Edwin shot me a withering look, I took a bigger gulp to satisfy him. When I was finished, I set my glass down and toyed with the end of my braid. “Was it that obvious?” I asked quietly. “Was what obvious?”

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

“Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!” “Then, is there anything else you’re hiding from me?” “No!” Koah answered without hesitation. After speaking, he lowered his head, gently pulled me into his arms, and kissed me gently on the top of my head. “Honey, I don’t have anything else to hide from you. I promise I’ll never lie to you again! “You don’t like Wanda, so I’ll reduce contact with her and her son from now on. From now on, the three of us will live a good life together as a family.”

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.

Fantastic and the wooden counter. Black seemed to be able to cover his soulmate entirely by his physical presence and to hide her this way of the indiscrete glances. He brought his face to her neck and took a deep breath. His wolf had been howling in his mind the moment she had walked away, and he had not bothered to apologize to his hosts. "A Glenlivet,18 Years, Single Malt, Whiskey...no ice." Bianca could feel chills run down her skin where his breath caressed her.

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

John had agreed very quickly and said he respected my choice, and that he did not like kids either. However, that was a lie from him, too. My mother held my hand tightly and looked at me in concern. She seemed like she was afraid I would be touched by John’s flowery words. However, they had underestimated my courage. I stared at him calmly. “John, stop lying to me. No matter what you say, you’ve broken the vow of our marriage. It’s over between us. “I’ll send you divorce papers through my lawyer.” John kept shaking his head.

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.