Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

" Why do they not talk about what they do in there? Why do they pretend like it is nothing?" A large tree stood next to the door, a wild grapevine twining up the trunk. Littered on the grass were hundreds of wild grapes. Many lay spoiling on the ground and a heavy, winy smell hung over the place. As the wins stirred the tree, a few grapes fell down onto the ground. Rena walked over, picked up a grape, sniffed it, and popped it into her mouth. She chewed it with her eyes closed and smiled. "Mmmm!" She said.

But the kind of grape that Argo mentioned was Queenie’s first time hearing. “What does grape look like?” Queenie continued her question. “It was a black grape with a golden inside. The grape does not grow anywhere. Not a typical grape. It must plant with a certain spell. We have to find where it is. I’m sorry, Princess.” Argo lowered his head languidly. Argo’s explanation for Queenie means a lot. It may seem complicated, but if getting the grape means life to her father, Queenie would struggle to get it.

He had treated those grapes with the same meticulous care he once used to manage international accounts, and now, the rows were sagging under the weight of deep purple clusters. "They’re perfect, Alessandro," Caro said, walking through the rows with Beatrice strapped to her chest in a linen wrap. She picked a single grape, popping it into her mouth and closing her eyes. "Sweet, with just enough acidity. The best crop this land has seen in a decade."

“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?”

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 asked, starting to hurriedly pour a little into a golden goblet that I didn't even notice was on the table due to its transparency. I just stood there unable to respond or make intelligible sounds to myself. The whole thing was unbelievable. A wine of four hundred years! What in the hell was a girl like me supposed to know concerning that. Even my mother with all her so-called extravagance could match nothing close to this and what was more unbelievable was right here before me in these bottles where substances that could pay us all off for good and beyond the hall were even much more displayed. “And what sort of grapes are those?” I heard from behind me and turned to face Josh whom I had

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