Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

Gia, not fond of the open shoulders of the light summer dress, lifted the small straps intended for decoration. The adjustment worked, but every time she moved, the little straps slipped back to their original position, forcing Gia to fix them repeatedly. "Do you come here often? This place is amazing," Gia said, looking to the side. After spending most of her time in London, Gia found the view breathtaking. Vineyards stretched along the road, neatly aligned, with vines intertwined. If she focused, she could see grapes hanging from the vines. Gia’s mouth watered at the sight; grapes were her second favorite fruit after apples, even if she couldn’t drink wine.

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" Howard Quinn yelled at me, stopping me in my path. His eyes gleamed maniacally as I looked worriedly at my son, Charlie Jerome, clearing the trash nearby. Howard's friends stood in front of me, glowering at me angrily. "You heartless woman! How could you be so cruel?" "Do you know that Howard had stayed single all these years because of you?" I ran away eight years ago when I was pregnant. Howard had never forgotten about me, constantly trying to find me. His friends were angry on his behalf.

Grandma stood near the potted ferns, adjusting her monocle. "Feed me, my love," Cassian murmured, voice flatter than a balance sheet. Amara plucked a grape. "Here, sunshine!" She beamed Selene’s vacant smile, her hand shaking so violently the grape plopped into Cassian’s lap. "Is that how you ‘try,’ Selene?" Grandma’s voice cut through the silence. "A momentary misfire!" Amara chirped, snatching the grape. "Cassian adores grapes!" She shoved it toward his mouth—too fast. Cassian choked, coughing grape seeds onto the Persian rug.

"M-Mommy… I… like… Dr. Payton… C-Can I… learn… magic from him?" His speech improvement—from one word to two consecutive words and then to three—thrilled me to no end.

My stomach grumbled as i sat there thinking, i stood up to go get some snacks in the kitchen, When i got to the kitchen i opened the freezer and grabbed the plate of grapes in found inside, I started devouring it immediately before Adonis walked in on me, “That's mine.” He moaned I shrugged, “it's mine now.” I said as i continued to devour the grapes. He scoffed and walked closer to me to join me in eating the grapes, “So tell me, do you like it here so far?” He asked I knitted my eyes, “you know the answer to that.” I said as i put a bunch of grapes inside my mouth.

Their future was a blank canvas, and they would paint it together. The sun was warm on their backs, dappling light through the lush green leaves of the grapevines that stretched in neat rows across the gentle slope of the hill. The air was sweet with the scent of ripe fruit and earth. It was Chloe’s family vineyard, and she had suggested a double date, a notion that would have been unthinkable just months before.

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,

A bundle of grapes sat by his hand near my waist and Alex grabbed them. He pulled back for a split second, removed a few of the fruit from the stem then rolled one of the grapes on my clit. I shuddered and tried to pull away. Alex placed his hand on my navel, calming me not to move. I lifted my head and looked at him over the round tops of my breasts. I tried to smile but before I could, Alex slid a grape inside of me. “Ah!” My head collapsed on the bed again it hurts but I still want more of it. He pushed another one and the third one. I was so wet, so ready that I wanted Alex inside of me so badly.

The burst of flavor filled my mouth, a taste of Gabriella's home, and a memory of the enduring bond between us. With each grape I enjoyed, I felt gratitude for the friendship that had sustained me through the years, for the moments of respite it offered in a life filled with servitude. As I lay down, the grapes by my side, I closed my eyes, knowing that the palace held not only grandeur but also the simple riches of love and friendship that made it feel like home. And so, in the fading light of day, I slipped into a peaceful slumber, cherishing the memory of Gabriella's return and the grapes that had brought us even closer together.

I never knew which version of him I was going to get. “Try a grape for me,” he said. He held a small, green fruit toward my lips. “Tell me if it’s too sour. I hate wasting them.” I leaned forward again. The intimacy of it felt dangerous. His fingers grazed my chin this time. I bit into the grape, and a jolt of sharp, stinging acid flooded my mouth. I shuddered. It was aggressive, almost painful, but I forced my expression to remain flat. I wanted to see if I could rattle him back.