Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

I reach out to steady him, and he smiles down at me with that same lopsided charm. "Guess I’m not as smooth as usual," he chuckles. But all I can think is: I’m safe. Because he’s here. I set him onto my bed only to yelp as he tugs me down with him. I blush, eyes wide. It is rare and extremely hard to get a wolf drunk. However, with some silver of the lowest quality weakens us enough to feel the effects. Cole stares up at me before he claims my lips, hungrily. I know that I should stop him, force him to rest but it wasn’t offer that Cole would touch me.

Veronica released her and she skewered away from the two werewolves. Liam let out a sigh. He went to the bar counter and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He chugged it in one go and refilled the glass and chugged his second glass. The bittersweet taste of the alcohol graced his throat, and for a moment Liam found relief in that. He really needed that now. His mind was full and he just wanted to be drowned in the sweet relief of alcohol and forget everything. He has been like this lately, it feels like a huge part of him was stripped away from him without his permission. Like it was forcefully taken away from him, and he can’t do anything about it.

“Because he could’ve stopped it. Because he let his empire pick appearances over people. Because he made the choice that killed my sister.” That hit her hard. He’d lost someone too. Not some faceless villain—a person. “And you think a fake marriage fixes that?” she whispered. “I think leverage fixes things,” he said. “One public image, one private leak. Chaos, then cleanup. People bow.” A loud click from the door snapped both their heads up. Lucien stood in the doorway—coat open, hair a bit wild, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t come in. He didn’t have to.

She wept mournfully by my bedside, keeping vigil over my body. I opened my eyes and gently patted her head to comfort her. I whispered, "I'm still alive. Don't cry." My mom's face blanched due to the extreme shock. With a smile, I explained everything to her. Vincent had injected me with a special drug that caused a state of apparent death. I slept for a full day and night. Then, I woke up perfectly normal again. After giving birth to my daughter, I left with her and settled down in Clearwater, a nearby city. Xavier had once said he would never set foot in this city again after breaking up with Elsa.

She put it down and took a bite from each of the foods, both from the left up to the right side. "Should I taste the fruits and take a sip from the whiskey?" she asked. I quickly moved and grabbed the bottle before she could. "Should I, Alpha?" she asked. "No," I answered with a smirk, then wasted no time in opening it and taking a mouthful of the delicious heavenly content. As I swallowed, a soft sigh escaped me. I had no idea Alpha Damon had such an eye for great whiskey. The whiskey was an Irish whiskey, which was the most expensive whiskey in the world. Just a bottle went for $2 million, and it was worth it.

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

The aimless run through the familiar woods, the cool night air against my skin… and then the void. Nothing. Just this creeping, insidious sickness that feels like the very life force is being leached out of me. “The whiskey,” I whisper, the dawning realization hitting me with the force of a physical blow. “I drank a lot. More than usual. And I haven’t been eating much. Barely anything at all.” The pieces click into place with a sickening finality. The lead must have been in the whiskey. But how? And who…? Silas’s lips press into an even thinner line, his gaze hardening with a grim understanding.

Lucy Bennett is about to marry Adrian Vale as church doors close. The groom at the altar isn’t Adrian. It’s his estranged twin brother, Alexander. The Vale family reveals Adrian vanished after uncovering a conspiracy buried within their empire. If his disappearance becomes public before the wedding, the inheritance controlling the company will fall into the hands of those Adrian was trying to expose. Walking away would destroy Lucy’s father’s company, cost employees their jobs, and erase the evidence Adrian risked everything to uncover. So Lucy makes the choice. She marries the wrong brother. But Lucy refuses to become a bride. While the world celebrates their marriage,

Seeing the sign of a bar close by, Mia parked the car and went inside the bar to drink. Hey, get me a bottle of Whiskey .” Mia said to the bartender as she sat down on a stool in the bar. She wiped her tears, sobbing softly and listening to the distinct music, Liam was enjoying himself with another woman, and here she was crying over him. The bartender brought a bottle of Whiskey with a glass cup for her. Mia drank one glass of whiskey and felt the hot gin burn the back of her throat. It tasted so good, and she took it again until she lost count of the number of bottles she had.

How ruthless. "People die every day." The pain shot through my stomach. I watched him slowly as he walked towards a mini bar set up at the end of the room. After searching for a while, he grabbed an oddly shaped bottle of whiskey and poured. It had the exact colour of blood. He smiled at me now. "I believe you've heard a lot about me. But I can tell you something for free, if you care to listen. It's all lies." He laughed. "I heard Adrian was dying." He shook his head, dropped the whiskey and walked to the window.