Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

“It's a lie,” I muttered to myself, my voice sounding thick and slurred in the quiet room. “It is a miserable trick. Silas Winslow is playing a sick game.” I sat in my leather Alpha chair, staring blindly at the bright desktop monitor. The office around me was completely dark, and the air smelled terrible. The rotting scent of an Alpha who was slowly losing his grip on reality. My eyes felt dry and bloodshot as I took another long swallow from the half empty bottle of whiskey in my hand. I did not even bother to use a clean glass anymore. The burning liquor spilled over my bottom lip, running down my chin and soaking into the collar of my unbuttoned shirt.

Livia Washington’s Point of View Cold. Dim. People’s grizzle. Three light colors simultaneously wandered around the club where I was. My taste has gone bitter. My face became grumpy as I drank the last shot of my whiskey. “You’ve drunk almost one bottle of whiskey, Livia. Stop it,” Janice; a close and trusted friend of mine said. I rolled my eyes in the air. Instead of having a one-shot glass, I got the bottle and sipped it directly. Whiskey is a hard liquor a certain person can’t drink moderately especially when her tolerance for alcohol is low. Just like me.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

The aroma of the whiskey wafted up to greet me, and I took a slow, deliberate sip, relishing the familiar burn. As I swirled the whiskey in my glass, I couldn't help but think about the mess I had gotten myself into. The lies, the secrets, and the dangerous path I was treading weighed heavily on my conscience. But for now, all I could do was drown my doubts in the comforting embrace of alcohol. The bar's muted atmosphere, the low hum of conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses provided a temporary respite from the chaos of my life. I took another sip, the warmth of the whiskey spreading through my veins, momentarily numbing the guilt and fear that threatened to consume me.

I laughed softly as I made my way to the bar. I leaned against the bar like it had personally offended me,squinting at the cocktail menu. “Three tequila shots,please. Wait no. Two. I mean—three. I don’t want to seem weak. Or maybe. Oh I know. Do you have whiskey?” I paused, narrowing my eyes on the list again. “I feel like Whiskey girls don’t get cheated on.” The bartender gave me a look that said you good,sweetheart? but before he could say anything,a deep voice slid in beside me,smooth,rich and dangerous.”

“You’re lying.” “Everyone lies sometimes,” Iris replied quietly, surprising even herself with the words. Her mother exhaled deeply. “Iris, if something is going on, tell me. I’m not your enemy.” But she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for anyone to know about Adrian. About the way he made her feel—like she was drowning and addicted to the water at the same time. She forced a smile, kissed them both goodnight, and rushed upstairs. ⸻ THE ENVELOPE

He wanted her and even he knew that he would get her easily after all he is The Sanskar Maheswari. Sanskar Maheswari was a man in late 20's. He was a sexy,intelligent, tall bachelor and a perfect businesses man. He is an alcohol and drug addicted ruthless man who is the renowned businessman of Kolkata. He was not a Casanova. Every girl was at his feet. He never gave a damn about anyone. His ideology was that girls love money and hence money was supreme. Even money can buy anyone's soul. The thing and the person he wanted was at his disposal.

I said with all seriousness. “You want to buy my alcohol?” The bartender asked as he yanked out a new bottle of alcohol named whiskey. “This is Whisky, a special type of alcohol. It’s quite expensive and rare. You think you can afford it?” “I’ll pay you double.” “Sold!” He exclaimed joyfully without hesitation. “Sold what?” The cowboy asked. “These gentlemen just bought the last bottle of whiskey. So, I must announce now that whiskey is unavailable for today,” the bartender said happily.

The whiskey I pour sits untouched — amber fire that can’t burn away what I did. I see her so clearly — one of the last nights in our house. Sienna standing in my study, trembling hands. Her eyes swollen, mascara bleeding down her cheeks. “Tell me the truth, Adrian!” she screamed. “Tell me what you’re hiding from me!” I lied. “It’s business, Sienna. Stay out of it.” She begged. She begged me not to shut her out. But pride is a fortress, and I was king inside my own walls. I chose the secrets. I chose the lies.

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll