Eight Hundred Grapes Novels & Stories

Right now, the car smelled like fucking grapes, and I am not a fan of grapes, but then there was Eriantha, even as a sticky mess of grape pulp she looked delectable and suddenly I was hungry for those grapes. The scene from the party replayed on my mind, she was wearing this little sundress, every inch of her was soaked in grape juice, and the leach's hand was right on her bare back. I felt something burn inside me and my head throbbed with the intensity of a furnace.

She had been eating only once a day for a month, and she was visibly losing weight. What can anyone say about me? I proudly lay down in the flower-petal-covered bath. Jasmine, rose, milk. In order to make my skin as white as jade, the body exudes a natural fragrance, I have to spend time every day in the bath. To keep my figure, I never eat dinner, but I eat a kind of grape. Nuri had the grapes sent specially from the south. To keep the grapes fresh, the workers had to travel halfway across the country in just three days. It is not so much a rare fruit as a symbol of power.

She thought he had left, but when she walked out of the room, she was surprised to see him in the kitchen. She walked over and noticed a plate of Ruby Roman grapes in the fruit bowl which was previously empty. She remembered she didn't have these fruits in the fridge. "Where did the grapes come from?" she asked. She picked one and tasted it. It was very sweet. These grapes were expensive exactly because they were sweeter than regular grapes. "I had Samuel buy them for you," he replied, handing her a cup of hot milk. "I asked him to buy breakfast too." She drank some milk and placed the cup on the table. She opened the fridge and noticed it had been rearranged.

I never knew which version of him I was going to get. “Try a grape for me,” he said. He held a small, green fruit toward my lips. “Tell me if it’s too sour. I hate wasting them.” I leaned forward again. The intimacy of it felt dangerous. His fingers grazed my chin this time. I bit into the grape, and a jolt of sharp, stinging acid flooded my mouth. I shuddered. It was aggressive, almost painful, but I forced my expression to remain flat. I wanted to see if I could rattle him back.