Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

With every glass of whisky, the idea to bring our relationship to the light got better and better. "Ruby, Drake is an asshole. He f*cks me and tells me he loves me only to flirt with Ivy..." I began crying again. "What?" Betty shook her head as if she hadn't heard right. "Yes I have been f*cking him. He dumped her for me that's what he said but he lied..." I think one ingredient used in making this whisky is the truth pill. I couldn't stop talking. "I am gonna collapse. No, go into comma. No, I am getting a cardiac arrest.This is what Daniel was talking about. That asshole, should we tell the others?Everyone deserves to know."

I ran my fingers through my hair nervously as I listened to him telling her more lies. "Are you serious, Anna? Did you get married? How could you? I get that I've been unconscious but you should have at least waited until I woke up before getting married cause you know how happy I would have been to witness your wedding!" she chided in her usual childlike voice. Alejandro chuckled. "Relax Alice, we're not officially married yet but we're getting married very soon," he told her and my nervousness skyrocketed. I was trying very hard to hide the fact that I was nervous right now because I didn't want Alice to question my attitude but it still shocked me how Alejandro was lying so easily when he

I sit on the stool, from the other side of the counter, I get a bottle of whiskey, one of gin and tequila, three bottles stare open at me. Inviting me to taste them, it would only be a sip, only a sip to anesthetize the pain pounding my chest, meager and purging like a exposed nerve. Whiskey, tequila and gin, and everything would be so easy, I get a glass and the bottles incite me to turn them and only stop when they are empty. It in the bottom of an empty bottle that sometimes a fool man finds answers to his hardest questions. But I then remember the deception look on Adam, Connie and Kayden’s face when I used to get drunk, when I wasn’t but a piece of inert meat, ridiculous, loser.

Other than that the only mouth I want to suck my cock is Mariane's shit. That's why it made me angry, and without delay I told the brunette to leave too, but I asked for a bottle of whiskey first. She soon brings me back, and I send her away again, and I took the glass to drink the whiskey, but soon I threw it away and it was just the bang, and I drank the whiskey straight from the bottle! The whiskey was fake, that much I was sure of! But I didn't mind, and I started drinking. I don't know how long it took me to turn the entire bottle, I just know that when I ended up falling asleep in bed there.

No more lies, no more Ken, no more pretending I was okay. Then my phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up like a cruel joke. I glanced over, and there it was—*Ken*. His name flashing, mocking me. My heart twisted, a fresh wave of rage burning through the sadness. More tears spilled, blurring the room. “You,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible. “You’re the cause of all this, Ken.” My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. He lied about Tasha, about his other wife, about everything. He left me in the dark, made me the fool, the pathetic wife who thought she could hold it together. And now he had the nerve to call? Where was he when I called him first?

"That you've been screwing my fiancé behind my back? That you've been lying to me for God knows how long?" Jake moved toward me, arms outstretched like he thought I'd let him touch me. "It just happened," he said, pleading. "It was a mistake. I didn't mean to hurt you." "A mistake?" I laughed, the sound sharp and bitter. "This isn't a mistake, Jake. This is betrayal. You destroyed everything." The room spun, I stared at the floor, the shards of glass from the whiskey bottle catching the low light, I felt numb and unable to move. My stepmother stepped forward, her voice low.

Harvey was gone a long time, and I never expected him to find the wish card either. That tree was gigantic and bore the weight of countless strangers' wishes. A single wish card was almost impossible to distinguish from the rest. When the knock came, I was a little surprised. Harvey stood there, looking pale and weak with dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious he hadn't had proper sleep for days. The weather-beaten wish card dangled from his hand. His knuckles were scabbed, with no medicine applied.

“You’re drunk.” Amira’s words were soft, almost disbelieving, as Montez slumped against her shoulder. His weight nearly toppled her, forcing her to steady both of them against the wall. The sharp smell of whiskey clung to him, sharp and smoky, making her nose wrinkle. His head drooped, dark hair brushing her cheek as he leaned into her without shame. She sighed, her hand instinctively rising to cradle the back of his head. “Montez… what happened to you tonight?”

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

Then she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, "Famous race car driver Spencer Jordan suffered a leg injury after falling off a cliff. Despite the hospital's best efforts, they were unable to save the leg. Understood?" Stunned, I stared at her in disbelief. "Th-that's not exactly legal..." Dr. Reed hesitated at first. However, after Naomi raised her offer to $3 million and applied both threats and temptation, he finally agreed. One look at the two of them was enough to tell me they weren't joking. Cold sweat broke out across my back. I immediately reached for the phone on the bedside table, intending to call the police. Unfortunately, Naomi snatched it away before I could touch it.