Iconic Vine Quotes Novels & Stories

"Who the fuck are you to talk to me that way? What, because Ace probably got in between your legs too? Ate you out like the slut you are? You think you can open your mouth to talk trash about me?!" The insult was enough to hit deep, but Vine didn't even blink. She just stood there, her expression entirely deadpan as she let out a short, mocking laugh. "Yeah, I'd prefer not to discuss my sex life in public, but that's pretty rich coming from a community toilet like you," Vine shot back, her tone smoother than the silk she was wearing. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing into two icy slits. "I've got a party to crash, Rose. Don't fucking keep me waiting."

"But seriously, what do you think? This is important." "Alright, let me think," he says, pretending to ponder the question with great seriousness. "On the one hand, grape is the classic choice, but on the other hand, strawberry might add a touch of sophistication to this otherwise utterly bizarre concoction. And as for apricot… well, that's just pure madness." "Vincent!" I exclaim, unable to suppress a laugh at his mock seriousness. "This is not the time for your comedy routine! I need an answer!"

As we raised our glasses to toast to our success, I knew that our commitment to excellence would guide us through the uncertainties that lay ahead. And as the harvest moon cast its silver glow upon the vineyards, illuminating the path forward, I embraced the future with unwavering faith. The Zaveri wines, once embroiled in scandal, now stood as a beacon of hope and resilience—a tribute to the indomitable spirit of those who dared to defy the shadows and reclaim their destiny.

But I soon realize that wasn't the best of ideas. Where I severed the damn thing, two more vines burst forward, just like a fucking hydra from mythology. "You won't be able to win against me, Ay," I am the good of nature, and nature will, in the end, reclaim what was rightfully its own. I don't bother responding as the vines begin to wrap around me, quickly working their way up while I fight to stop them until they're up to my chest and then making their way to my throat. "You've always been beautiful in life; I'm sure you will be beautiful in death too," Barren sighs, making his way toward me so that he could reach out and touch my cheek.

I could identify the specific vine that made someone like Despacito, cut it out like a cancer and burn it to ashes. You may think that much power shouldn’t be placed in one person’s hands, especially if that person was me. But force yourself to listen to Despacito fifteen times in a row and get back to me. I floated closer and examined the vines attached to Maurice. It was like one of those movies where the guy had to disarm a bomb by cutting a wire. Only, there were usually only two wires, and they were conveniently colour-coded. I had hundreds to choose from, all ochre green.

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

Some were ridiculous. Then it got to us. Ivy’s turn. She straightened her spine. “I talk to my plants. I name them and talk to them. Out loud. Like, conversations.” The group aww’d. I just smirked. “Do the plants talk back?” “Only when I’ve had wine.” Laughter rippled around the circle. Then all eyes turned to me. I should’ve played it safe. Should’ve said I used to steal candy bars as a kid or that I’m afraid of clowns. Something harmless.

“It has thorns.” My eyes turned red; then I looked up; as he said, the entire vines were covered with a layer of thorns about 1 cm long. “What should we do now?” My voice choked. Brian is still very calm and in the mood to tease me. “According to nature, if this vine breaks, we are finished.” I whimper, clutching his shirt. "I told you to let me go." Brian was silent momentarily, then glanced at me, his voice expressionless. “If you repeat stupid things, I will...” Immediately his hand loosened slightly.

The girl needed some air to breath before that happened. After recovering from the shock, Dave looked at him. His face serious. "You do realise you are only pushing her away by doing this?" Dave said, making his frown turn deeper. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Have you heard the story of the vine and the rose?" Nate's clueless expression gave him the answer and he began, "A lonely vine searched the wild to find something that he can call his own. It is then he saw a blooming rose and fell for its beauty. He crept closer, convinced she needed his protection to survive in this cruel wild. The tender, vulnerable rose welcomed him, considering him a friend. He curled himself around her with dev

Suddenly, the monkey darted from beneath the vine, leaping onto the branch of an ancient pine tree before vanishing into the depths of the forest. Chase froze. He had just been thinking about climbing the vine to gather some spiritual herbs, yet the monkey had beaten him to it. "Bold little thing, huh…" Chase clicked his tongue but quickly shifted his focus to the vine itself. His eyes burned with interest. "This vine is incredibly tough. If I fashion it into a bowstring, it would be perfect for ambushes or defense. That would certainly make my life a lot easier." Chase pulled out three iron nails without hesitation, securing the vine in place. He then reinforced it with chains and tightly b