best champagne drinking stories

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

Louisa is a sexy adventurous lady who is bent on living her life to the fullest with her three best friends who seems to have everything a girl their age could ever wish for. But then something was missing in their lives; Love. So they set out on an adventure to find love. Other stories by the author: PULL ME CLOSER! Married To Sophistication When Love Happens

The little duchess' life seems to be perfect, especially after her wedding with the most desired bachelor in the kingdom, the one who drove out all the monster from the Black Wood. Despite her father's initial protests, Iris is able to marry the love of her life and feels that the rest of her life will only be bliss. But not everything is what is seems at her new home and little by little secrets revail themselves, making Iris understand the reasons behind her father's protests. ---------------- Her wedding night found Iris more nervous than she thought. The maids bathed her and changed her into a nightgown which was semi transparent, the silhouette of her body being evident throughout the thin material. After the maids left she laid down on her bed, but only for a second. Her nerves didn’t let her lay there, she couldn’t even sit on it as she knew what was to come. Or at least she thought she knew as she, like all noble girls, was taught about the duty of a wife in the bedroom. But she didn’t know about the tingling in her stomach and the heat coming from inside her from those lessons. No, those were the feelings her now husband showed her with only a kiss. That thought made her touch her lips with her finger. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, the one that started all of this. It happened only a month ago, on a dark night with no stars in the sky and the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, promising a heavy rain. But not a single drop fell yet and the castle's garden was lit by small torches which trew trembling shadows on the ground. She could remember his hands touching her arched back and caressing it while his other hand touched her cheek before sliding behind her head, entangled in her beautifully done hair. He looked passionately into her eyes, his green eyes making her forget about anything else. The smell that came from him drew her closer until their lips touched and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in that blissful feeling, in those hard arms. He made her forget everything outside their embrace. They forgot where they were and the reason they were there. They forgot about the ballroom full of chatting people, full of music and dance. It was only them at that moment, in the garden. “You son of a bitch!” a cry woke them and they separated from each other. “You will pay for this!”. The man that was screaming at them approached and before Iris realized what was happening, he punched her partner hard.

A burned out detective coasting to retirement and an unstable FBI profiler must join forces to prove their mutual friend is not a serial killer. And figure out who really is. The Drinking Game is created by Chris Redding an eGlobal Publishing Creative Signed Author.

[Fantasy] [Survival] + [Steady] Modern youth Li Xuan transmigrates to the Tai Xuan Continent, becoming a menial servant in the Hao Yue Sect. 　　However, he awakens an outrageous ability. 　　From then on, the leftover swill of spirit beasts? —A great tonic! 　　The toxic water from discarded pills that would make people tremble? —Refreshing! 　　The eternal bathwater of the supreme immortal emperor? —Give it to me! 　　When Li Xuan drinks down the Milky Way in one gulp, a weak cultivator trembles and asks for his secret. 　　Li Xuan: "Nothing more than the mouth." 　　Weak cultivator: "???"

The night I came home from the hospital after my ninth miscarriage was the night of the Thorne family foundation's annual charity gala. My husband, Vincent Thorne, found me on the terrace. In front of me, three champagne flutes stood empty. His gray-blue eyes, usually so calm and self-possessed, were bloodshot, and his voice was rough. "Cora, the doctor warned you. Your uterine wall is paper-thin. You can't drink another drop." I ignored him. Slowly, deliberately, I took three more glasses and filled them to the brim. I pushed one toward him. The second, I slid in front of his adopted daughter, Kathleen Vance, who stood behind him looking angelic in a white, custom-designed gown. The last glass, I lifted, watching Vincent through the shimmering liquid. I smiled. There was no warmth in my smile, only the chilling certainty of an ending. "Come." "Let's raise a glass to my nine children who were never born."

Angel has always wanted more from Quinn, but would rather have the man as his best friend than not at all.<br><br>When Quinn shows up and announces its Champagne Thursday, Angel is surprised. A dance, a confession, and some heartfelt conversation isn’t what Angel expected, but can it move these friends to the place they both long to go?

Got carried away drinking with my Best Friend. I gleefully posted on my Social Feed: "Rich woman seeks son for a huge reward. Interested parties, contact immediately." Soon enough, I got a reply: "Huh?" Seeing the familiar profile picture, I was instantly half-sober. Isn't this my wonderful, high-quality husband who gives me money but never comes home?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.