Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

I was stunned, and quickly unlocked my phone. There were numerous missed calls from Nicholas, and my WhatsApp was filled with his messages. [What’s wrong with you, Beatrix? Why did you break the lease? [Are you still mad at me because of that mute girl? I’ve already explained everything to you! Why are you being so aggressive? [Look, I’ll pay the rent myself. Please come back, okay? [I’ve been in a coma for three years. I can’t control my emotions. Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

“Idiot, he is still my brother, now shut up and give me that bottle of whiskey we carried “she directed as Enzo started to search his pockets. Alexis snatched the whiskey and sipped on it, she closed her eyes as the bitter taste entered her throat” Ughrr…….this is so disgusting” she curved her mouth in to a sneer. She didn’t understand what people enjoyed by drinking the whiskey as it was her first time tasting it. She liked to indulge herself, yes. But just a simple red or white wine will be enough for her , no strong garbage like this” I need this to calm my nerves. “She added.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

He asks taking a sip from the whiskey he was drinking. "Dad, I am a Man of my words even tho, I have lied because that was the situation's demands, but tell me how can I prove it to you?" "Do you know what you are saying?" I nodded, leaning forward, "Yes, very well but before that, I want to see Elie and Marcus, " He chuckles, "You still don't trust me, do you?" "I do trust you but not Phillips, " He looked at me with an amused face.

Possibly with laughter sharp enough to scare strangers. I sat on the high stool, a glass of whiskey warming my palm, staring into the amber liquid like it might tell me something useful. The last time I had stood in a bar with these people, everything in my life had been a lie I was forcing myself to survive. Tonight, the lies were gone. The pain was quieter. And yet, I felt oddly… bored. Maybe numb was the better word. I lifted the glass to my lips and that was when a hand gently wrapped around my wrist.

Rachel didn’t respond but instead asked anxiously, "Can you tell me about Violet Armstrong? Did her baby survive after being rushed to the emergency room yesterday?" The nurse hesitated for a moment before she spoke, "I'm really sorry, but the baby didn't make it. The mother is fine, but she did lose her womb, so she won't be able to have kids in the future." Rachel’s heart sank. It was over. Lucas would definitely come for revenge. As Rachel was lost in her thoughts, the ward door swung open. It was Lucas. Dressed in a gray shirt and blue pants, he looked neat and well-groomed.

~Vincenzo~ “Zeta Mancini.” I ended the call with Jade while committing the name she had mentioned to memory. It did not ring a bell. If truly she was an actress, then she was an insignificant, time-wasting one. I picked up a glass tumbler from a waitress and drank the whiskey in one go. The burning sensation of the liquid teased my throat. I embraced it as well as the feeling of satisfaction and power that surged through my bones as I looked over at the dancing entwined bodies in the large room below.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

DELANO She sat across me in the white light, swirling her wine. I stirred the white liquid in my cup, without drinking. "You look at me like you are waiting for something," I said without looking at her. "Maybe I am." She smiled, slow and venomous. I took a sip. Swallowed. Met her eyes. "Cheap poison. Tastes like almonds." I watched the way her eyes widened and the cup in her hand shook faintly, in a way that if my eyes weren't on her, I wouldn't notice.

Carolina I pick up the glass and take a tiny sip. The whiskey itself is acrid and dry, but overall, it isn't bad—not that I particularly know what I'd be looking for. But to get in on the joke, I make a big show of spluttering, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I slam the glass back on the table. "That's disgusting," I declare. "The worst whiskey I have ever tasted." Evans looks at me, incredulous. "Oh, for the love of—"