Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

Raphael’s gaze lingered on the plump, glistening grapes. His fingers, still wrapped around the glass, twitched slightly before he set it back down on the edge of the tub. With those long, clean fingers, he plucked a single grape and, under Grace’s expectant stare, slowly brought it toward her lips. Grace’s eyes curved with delight as she parted her lips ever so slightly. Her tongue met the grape first, slowly drawing it into her mouth. Raphael’s eyes locked on her lips, unable to look away. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he felt it—a soft, warm brush against his fingertips. It was quick, but unmistakable.

As we all sat to eat dinner, Micah smiled, “It’s good to be back here with you guys.” Grandpa smiled, “We love having you kids here.” I sighed as I filled my plate, “Now that we have two people who can teleport, we don’t have to wait extended periods to come back.” Sebastian agreed, “I would be happy to teleport here as much as you would like, love.” Grandpa passed the dishes around as we each filled our plates. When they were all filled, Sebastian saw the hot-hot and smiled, “I remember this. You made it as a side for our first meal together.” I nodded, “And now your sisters know how to make it.” Sebastian smiled, “Sweet!” My brothers looked at each of their mates and smiled at them. Micah

I’ve seen this only in magazines and heard this on the news, but to be actually here… it’s surreal! At the same moment, the short man and Orvyn each pick a cluster of red grapes and offer them to me. All my life, I’ve never eaten fresh and quality grapes. I only tasted dried grapes or leftovers from the highborns’ plates. Without hesitation, I take the short man’s grapes, prompting Orvyn’s hand to lower slightly. There’s a flicker of hurt on his face before he hides it with a tight, fake smile. I don’t feel bad stomping on his pride, coz he’s doing way worse to me.

I asked her to give me every detail of how she got close to Chris until they started dating. We both sat at the edge of my spring bed and she started narrating... “Chris started making advances on me 6months ago at the grocery shop when we first talked. In the beginning, I ignored but he insisted on getting even just my name. Two days later, some roses were delivered to our door with a small paper which read “ for you Courtney from Chris” tagged on them.

Then, on day thirty, Ruby took a sudden turn for the worse. I searched every bone marrow registry in the country. Nothing. No match. Ruby was in agony, but she never cried or complained. She just lay there, pale and weak, holding my hand with whatever strength she had left. "Mommy," she muttered, "is Daddy mad at me? Is that why he won't come home? "I'll be so good from now on. I promise I won't make him upset again. "It hurts so much, Mommy… I really miss Daddy."

"Yes, you're right. Best breakfast I ever had." "Wait," I said, popping a few grapes into my mouth. "Come here," I said between bites. He stood before me, and I wrapped my lips around his length, swirling the grapes around his shaft, sucking and licking, and then ate the grapes one at a time. "Yes, I agree. Great breakfast." "Oh, man!" Xander said when I pulled back. "Do that again. Don't stop." "Elias, come here." I popped grapes into my mouth and then sank down over his shaft, sucking and licking as I ate the grapes one at a time.

Crazy, crazy… ** “So delicious!” Harper kept saying as she ate. Olivia seemed to love the feedback at first but at some point, it got tiresome. I was in fact tired of her behalf. I felt like telling Harper ‘can you just shut the fuck up and eat the fucking pasta’. But trust me, I was never the person to initiate confrontations. “Have some strawberries. You know it's healthy,” Olivia urged Harper. I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face.

I needed the distraction—anything to keep from spiraling about Elise showing up tomorrow. He led me through the gardens and onto a trail that sloped gently down the hill. The afternoon sun bathed the vineyards in golden light, the whole scene so beautiful it didn't feel real. "These are the oldest vines on the estate," Christian explained, his voice calmer the further we got from the house. "Some of them are over eighty years old." We walked between the rows, the air rich with the sweet scent of ripe grapes. Every so often, Christian would stop to point something out: a perfect cluster, the way the leaves shifted with the breeze, the texture of the fertile soil beneath our feet.