Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

“Would you try this grape, please?" Before he could turn down my offer, I shoved the deep purple grape into his mouth, forcing him to take a bite. "Delicious, isn't it?" Georgia looked at me, wide-eyed. I forced a smile on my face, but my palms were sweating. I knew I was tempting my fate. Alpha Grey glared at me for a moment before chewing and swallowing the grape. In a low hiss, I heard him call my name in a warning tone, "Avalyn "

Chandler whispered nervously, pointing a trembling finger down the long trellis of grapevines. Alcott marched down the dirt aisle, his eyes narrowing. At first glance, the long row of grape clusters looked fine. But as he leaned closer, his stomach dropped. At the base of four major vines in the center, the lush green leaves had turned a soft, slimy gray. Dark, velvet-like mold spots were creeping over the stem, and several grape clusters were shriveling into soft, sour-smelling rot.

💦Grapes and Forbidden Touch💦 "Watch where you're going!" I snapped as strong hands caught my arms. My basket of fresh grapes tumbled to the ground, purple fruit rolling everywhere across the dusty path between the vineyard rows. A deep chuckle rumbled above me. "My fault. I was watching you instead of the path."

"She left? Finally showed some sense. Good riddance. I'll go discuss the date for your and Gianna's bonding ceremony with the Thunder Ridge elders right away." But something in her words struck a nerve. Eric's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse but firm. "Impossible! Why would she leave me? She clearly..." She clearly relied on him so much, needed his protection. Luna Anya, seeing his insistence, scoffed. "What's so impossible? She took the hundred million dollars without a second thought, you know." A hundred million dollars. Eric seized on the number, jerking his head up to look at his mother, his voice filled with disbelief. "What did you say? What hundred million dollars?!"

They had raised me to be a gentle, unassuming person. When I was twenty, I took a trip down south and met Luca. Against my parents’ objections, I chose to stay behind with him. He was an orphan, abandoned by his parents to roam the streets, so he loathed it when anyone brought up family. To protect his pride, I never once mentioned the true scale of my family’s wealth, so he always assumed I was just an ordinary girl from the capital.

Although the directors mostly take all the things for themselves and their kids at home, they'd still share the remainder with us. “Just like you're allergic to Freesia,” Ruby snickered. “That's very funny, Ivy. You've never been allergic to grape juice. I mean, never. Might I remind you that grapes are one of your favorites? Besides, it isn't just because you drank grape juice that made you collapse.” So, Ivy enjoyed grapes, too. That was good to know. I frowned at her, raising my brow, “If it isn't that, what then made me faint?”

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.

Alongside the steaming bowl of soup, there was a plate of shelled walnuts and a heaping dish of grapes. Her mother-in-law had heard that eating grapes during pregnancy would give the baby large, beautiful eyes, while walnuts were said to boost brain development. Determined to have a smart and adorable grandchild, she had instructed the housekeeper to ensure Phoebe ate them every day. If she didn't, the phone calls would come immediately.

I said plucking on a black grape. Vincent smiled in response. "We blend our own varieties Emerald.Our agro scientists developed a special kind of grapes,let me show you."He indicated me to follow him,like a curious kid I stumbled on the uneven path covering myself in dirt and mud. We entered in another farm separated by fence.My eyes widended in surprise looking at a weird kind of grape vines.They were double in the size of normal grapes and in a shade of scarlet. "This is impossible."I touched them examining them to clear my doubts.

I knelt on the cold hardwood, fingers brushing splinters and dust as I gathered the bruised grapes one by one. Hunger gnawed at my stomach so fiercely it blurred the line between dignity and despair, and before I could stop myself, I lifted one to my mouth and bit down. The skin burst with familiar sweetness, tainted by floor grime and the bitter taste of my own humiliation.