روايات وقصص ضمن Eight Hundred Grapes

Her's white and mine dark green and we both wore washed, high waisted jeans. We walked around the stone hut and into a garden filled of roses and grape vines of purple, plump grapes. The kids were running around the statues that were covered with vines to the back off the garden, and some other sat on the bench in the middle the beautiful stone structered garden. Anna plucks a few roses and grapes off of some vines. Settling down on another set of benches to the out skirts of the garden. "Taste them. They taste like roses." She says while handing me some grapes.

Fyn. A vine that carried many grapes lowered just in front of Fyn's head. By how Havu tightened around his waist, Fyn knew the smart choice would be to just accept whatever it was the forest was giving him. Scowling, he took a handful of grapes. His mouth automatically watered at the sight of the luscious fruit. With how it smelled, he knew it would be sweet and tasty. When the grape seemed to melt inside his mouth like butter, he tried his best not to moan out loud.

“...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!” “Super sweet? Then it’s all yours.” Charlie pushed the whole bowl toward her and wiped his fingers. “I’ll have Jim pack some for you later. He grew these himself. Supposedly works wonders for facial paralysis.” “……” Yeah, probably because the sourness paralyzes your whole face. Candice forced herself to finish the torturous grapes. Sour as they were, they were pesticide-free and naturally grown. Jim came out with two bowls of ice cream. Seeing the grape peels on the table, he beamed.

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."

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.

“I read in a book that 1987 was a bad year for grapes. All across Europe, the harvest was poor. Top-tier wines from that year are extremely rare. It’s nearly impossible to find a bottle that’s survived till now! Where did you get this treasure?!” “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. If it’s something you like, no matter how hard it is, I’ll get it for you.” His tone was calm and casual, but Serena knew he must’ve gone through a lot of trouble to find this exceptional wine. “Thank you.” “Silly girl.” The two stood by the window, sipping wine and enjoying the beautiful view outside. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious, like a beautiful dream no one wanted to wake from.

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

"Faye jumped to it the moment you spoke, Xavier! She really has it bad for you!" Xavier smiled as he ate the grapes. He then called out to me, saying, "You should eat your fill when Faye brings the rest, Caleb. You're quite fond of grapes as well, aren't you?" Faye walked back into the AV room with two plates of grapes and set them both down before Xavier. She was well aware that I liked grapes too. She nagged me for the past three years whenever I bought grapes, telling me they had a high sugar content and would make my skin break out.