Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

“Trying here, Nirvana, but I’m taking it as a challenge.” She suddenly halted, pointing at those rows of grapes almost ready for harvest. “Oh, my God. Are those?” “Almost ready, yeah.” “Oh, my God.” She kept saying that. “Can I touch them?” She ran in that direction. “I mean, I’ve seen plenty in the farmer’s market but haven’t gone to the vineyards and watched them harvest.” “You appreciate this a lot, but a hundred thousand dollar car.” “Shut up. Can I touch them?”

I mumbled. “See. You like it, right?” I looked at Noah. “Is it still far?” “Look ahead.” I followed Noah’s instructions, looking forward. A huge gate opened automatically. My eyes were mesmerized by how beautiful this place was. The gate was made of artistically shaped iron with decorations that looked like grapes, as if the fence were a winding grape vine. When we got inside, I saw a massive vineyard. Plump red grapes were hanging from every branch. My mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe I was seeing a place this beautiful.

He surely wanted to impress and win her heart and it was really effective. They went to the grape orchard and pick some grapes after breakfast. It was fun picking grapes with him. He used to pick some ripe grapes and give them to her so she can taste them. It was kinda sweet and funny so she do the same, he picked a handful of grapes and put them all into his mouth. He ends up eating a lot of grapes and so as she. He even showed her the collection of wine they were making out of the grapes they could get from their yard. She wanted to taste some but since she was pregnant, Thyago did not allow her for the sake of the baby which she understood.

Michael places his arm across his back and leads him toward a grapevine full of reddish-black colored grapes. "The pride of the winery, they're notoriously hard to grow." He explained proudly and his voice sounded husky and breathy. "These ones flourished too late. This humid temperature won't compliment their flavor." He gently traced a finger over one of the grapes.

The grapevines stretched as far as her sight could see. “What are we doing here?” she asked as they started to walk near the plants. “My head planter told me that they have encountered a problem with some of the grapes planted away from the river banks.” Alaric started the conversation. Sure enough, Adrienne could hear the mild sound of streaming water ahead of them. As they approached closer, she saw how green and healthy the grapes were by those sides. They were as fat and healthy as the ones they walked across with. “There’s nothing wrong here,” she said in wonder enjoying the sights and smell of the fresh grapes that were closed to being ripe. She touched one of the plants and admired th

He gave me a light and warm smile but said nothing else and spoke directly to the wine seller. “It's Shine Muscat grapes sir. One of the most expensive grapes in the world”, the winner said proudly. “But that is not what I asked for”, Josh said calmly, but you could tell he was very annoyed by the way he grasped his chair. “Sir, but you asked for my most expensive wine”, the winner said. It was apparent that this calm question had totally disoriented the man and the pride with which he used to announce his products was totally gone. “I asked you for Ruby Roman”, Josh said, as he looked up at him, "Wine made with the Ruby Roman grapes did you hear me wrong? or did I speak wrong?” Josh demande

Amanda lay on the recliner, dozing off. In the sunlight, her skin glowed white. Mark brought out some grapes and sat beside his mommy. "Mommy, have some grapes. Grapes are good for Hannah's eyes." Amanda smiled, opened her mouth, and ate a grape. The sweet and sour pulp woke her up. "Baby, give Mommy another one. It's delicious!" Amanda smiled at her son. His little face was getting more and more handsome. Mark picked up another grape and fed it to his mommy.

A long time later, Mason's phone finally ran out of battery, and the screen went dark. He was still sitting alone in the house he had bought back, letting the night swallow him whole. Our story had already ended the moment he took the bouquet from my hands. And he hadn't even had time to say goodbye. The End

Bethany screeched into Cassie’s ear. Cassie looked her dead in the eye. “These are grapes.” She had been plucking seedless grapes off their vines when Bethany had spotted one that was abnormally large. “Except you want me to cut that one so that it’s about the same size as the others, there’s nothing I can do about its size.” All of Bethany’s comments about the fruits had been ridiculous so far. The apples hadn’t been round enough. The kiwis were too round. The banana was too curved. There really was no pleasing her.

She found joy in their curiosity, their endless questions, and their boundless energy. One sunny afternoon, Alex, the youngest of Theo’s children, tugged on Emilia’s hand. “Grandma, can you show me how to pick the best grapes?” Emilia smiled, leading him to the nearest vine. “You see these?” she said, pointing to a plump cluster. “You look for ones that are full, firm, and rich in color. They’re the ones ready to tell their story.” “Stories?” Alex asked, his eyes wide. “Yes,” Emilia replied, her voice gentle. “Every grape has a story, just like every person does. And when we care for them, they grow into something beautiful—just like you.”