Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

Sara couldn't allow Wolf to get close to Zoe after all that. Wolf wiped his face, then stepped outside. Perhaps it was true that he needed to go out to clear his head. Because right now, he just wanted to destroy anything he saw. Wolf hated lies, and Zoe had just done it. Whatever the reason, Zoe had written many lies. *** Wolf poured the contents of the whiskey bottle on his table and immediately became annoyed because the remaining amount couldn't cover half of his glass. He wanted the whiskey to fill his glass until it spilled, if necessary.

ZEUS The whiskey burns as it goes down, but I welcome it. It’s the only kind of warmth I trust. Everything else; people, promises, bonds, is fickle. A distraction. A liability. I sink deeper into the armchair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, watching the light fracture through it. The silence in my room is thick, like smoke after a war. The kind that settles after something destructive has already been set in motion. And it has. My plan.

I swirled the glass of whiskey in my hand and continued, "I do have other motives, of course. I've heard that Good Nights has the finest whiskey." "Stop joking around." Peter let out a mocking laugh, mercilessly seeing through my lie. "We all know the best whiskey in the world is in one place: your cellar." "Believe what you want." I shrugged and chuckled softly. "Harrison, actually, you are drinking because of Kayla, right?" There was a hint of probing in Peter's voice. I looked at him for a moment, said nothing, raised my glass, and downed the whiskey in one go. Holding the glass in my hand, I reclined on the couch, one hand on my forehead, and exhaled slowly.

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"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

Reality Check Fourteen: King Tobias Sitting here at my desk in my office. One room I have not been in for so long that everything is covered in a layer of dust. I take the decanter of whiskey off the little table in the corner along with a glass. I don’t have any ice or anybody in the house to go and get me ice. I’m too lazy to get it myself as all I really want to do is lay down and die somewhere. Just to be put out of my misery. To not have to think or feel anything anymore. I gulp down the wolfsbane laced whiskey in one go. Gulping a breath as it burns all the way down.

' But it was; the alcohol just stripped the pretense. He laughed against my skin, biting down on my collarbone as his fingers pumped faster, thumb circling my clit with brutal precision. 'This is exactly me, Aisla. Owning what's mine.' The jealousy poured out in his slurred accusations—about Damien's lingering looks, the way I'd started dressing sharper for 'errands.' He withdrew his hand abruptly, slick with my arousal, and smeared it across my lips before forcing his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself.

Chapter 34 Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable. He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions. Just what he needed--except it wasn't working. He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.

He ignored them, heading straight for the bar cart in the corner. He poured three fingers of whiskey into a crystal tumbler and downed it in one swallow. The burn in his throat was a welcome distraction from the hollow feeling in his chest. Eight months of lies…. Had it really been only eight months? With Tina it had been eight months. Had she been with anyone other than Tina? If she didn't see it as being with a woman as cheating maybe Tina was just the latest. How many had there been in their twelve months together. He wasn't going to ask just knowing there had been Tina was the end for him.

"I hadn't said yes." "No." I shake my head. "I wasn't going to." "You're lying." I walk away, pick up my whiskey and down it. "Why would I bother? Why would I fucking bother to lie to you now?" I pour myself another drink, keeping my back to her. It's not true. She's backtracking, trying to make herself look better. "What's the matter, Nicholas? Are you out of insults?"