Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

The whole country roasted him online, and every dirty detail of his life spread like wildfire. Meanwhile, the internet found out that Riley had returned to the country. They tore her apart online, peeling back every scandal, every ugly truth. They revealed that Gigi had been born from an affair with a married, rich guy. That man went bankrupt and killed himself. Riley lied to Sheldon, said she "didn't believe in marriage" and had a kid through IVF. Then, when she went abroad with him, she cheated with other men behind his back. And when Sheldon lost it all, she dumped him and ran off with some foreign guy. When he got sick of her, she dragged herself back home, broke and desperate.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

"And what the hell are you supposed to be? Rachel is my woman. She's been with me for ten years; how long has she been with you? You think you can steal her from me..." Slap! Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face. "Louis, wake up! "We were over a long time ago. Walsh & Co. is going bankrupt because of your own problems. You hired Flora, and you fired me. Regretting it now is utterly useless. "I am already at Whitfield Architecture. Don't even dream about me ever going back." The slap seemed to finally knock some sense into Louis. He stared at me blankly. "That doesn't matter. As long as you're willing to make up with me, we can be together again. This time, I promise you

Wonderful. Exactly the conversation I didn't want. Sophia crossed her arms. "What's going on?" I hesitated. Part of me wanted to tell her everything. The calls, the threats, Albert, and the investigation. All of it. But if I did— She'd panic. Mom would panic. Dad would definitely panic. And right now, nobody needed that. So I lied again. "I'm just stressed." Sophia studied me for several seconds. Long enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, she sighed. "Fine."

Kian’s Pov The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled liquor, as I drowned my sorrows in the bitter embrace of alcohol. I held a bottle of whiskey, I had managed to like, after throwing a couple of other bottles against the wall for not meeting my expectations. Damn it! I have worked so hard over the years, I should have enough money to get good whiskey, why do you keep bringing these subpar ones to me?” I yelled to no one in particular.

I just felt tired. Ashlyn’s voice echoed in my head. It’s cold without him. She wasn’t wrong. I reached for the bottle I’d left out earlier, unscrewed the cap, took a long drink. The whiskey burned its way down, hot and grounding. Part of me wanted to get in the truck, drive to the Den, and tell her it would be okay. But that was the problem—I didn’t know if it would. And I’d promised myself I’d never lie to her again.

At the bar, with live bands playing some peppy numbers, the lazy sips of whiskey helped clear the mind. A peg or two would help, I felt then. It would perhaps bring in that drowsy numbness that helps in getting into status quo. In Kolkata airport, that morning, when Junali disappeared in one of the aerobridges and while I was waiting for my flight, whiskey looked like the next best alternative to status quo. Whiskey brought back poetry. Not the echo of the lines which Junali recited before we made love. The one I’d written for her.

Elwood scowled at me in displeasure. “Morgan, what happened is already in the past. Verde has paid for her crimes in jail. You shouldn’t have done that.” I looked straight into his eyes and said, “In jail? Was it fun lying to me?” Elwood flinched in shock. In a panic, he tried to give me an explanation. “Morgan…” But Verde cradled her ankle in “pain.” “Elwood, my leg hurts. Do you think it’s broken?” He looked at me, then at Verde. I could see a war waging in his eyes for a brief moment before he eventually chose to hold her.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

The music was loud, thumping through the room. The lights were dim and shifting, flashing between blue and red as people danced and laughed. But none of it reached Adrian. He wanted to forget. Forget everything. Every pain. Every lie and betrayal. "Whiskey," he said flatly. "The strongest one you have." The bartender hesitated - Adrian looked pale and distant but poured him a glass anyway. Adrian threw it back in one gulp, wincing at the burn in his throat.