Mrs Vines Dark Winds Novels & Stories

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

Jolene finally softened as she saw how compliant I was. She stood in the shadows, having already sent her little lover, Leon, somewhere safe. She tried to reassure me as she said, "This will be the only time. It happened so suddenly that I…" I stared at her through clenched teeth. "Then, where did all these marks on my body come from?"

The torrential rain poured down in sheets, and the raging thunder seemed determined to tear apart the pitch-black night sky. Magnus Voss stood by the window, his dark eyes as cold as if they had been submerged in ice water. His long fingers gripped a glass of blood-red wine, his knuckles turning white—silent evidence of the fury simmering inside him. “Sir, Mrs. Voss has been standing outside for three hours,” Edric, his cautious assistant, reported in a low voice from behind him.

**The Dark Roots** The door slammed shut behind them, the sound reverberating like a warning. Michael’s eyes darted from Lily to Alex to Emilia, his expression a mix of fear and resignation. He had been leading them to believe they could trust the vineyard, trust the land that had been the heartbeat of their family for generations. But now, it was clear that everything they thought they knew was unraveling, piece by piece.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.

"The ones that have to push through the rock to find the water. You have been living in a glass house, Hannah. It is time to see how deep your own roots can go." The wind picked up. It was cool and fresh. It smelled like salt and rain. I did not pull my jacket tighter. I stood my ground feet on the dirt track to catch the wind. The silence of the hills was not empty; it was full of my mother, a thousand whispers in the leaves a thousand seeds waiting to grow. My father wanted to erase her. He only made her eternal. The Invisible Vineyard was mine now. I would make sure its fruits were bitter, for anyone who tried to take it away.

"Ms. Snow, what exactly are you doing? Trying to steal my husband?" Melissa clenched her jaw, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. She shot back, "And who do you think you are?!" Mavis remained unfazed and pulled me closer into her embrace. "I'm Zack's wife and the mother of his child. And you? What right do you have to stand here?" Melissa trembled all over, shaken by her words. She stared at me, unwilling and acting as if she still wanted to say something. However, Mavis had already turned around and pulled me along with her. "Let's go, honey. Don't waste your time on people who don't matter."

"Shawn, happy New Year! No matter how far you go, you'll always be the closest person to me." It was Archie Crosby, the underprivileged young man I had sponsored for four years. I had brought him out of the remote mountains and got him into Sienna's company. My finger hovered over the reply box. Before I could respond, I received a notification about a new post on social media. I tapped on it without thinking. The video was only five seconds long. Sienna, who was supposed to be stuck at the office for overtime, was standing on the beach. The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile.

Luka asked as she saw me headed towards the door. “Yeah. Usual place,” I answered. “Is it not your birthday? Where are you headed alone?” I heard Nat asked, probably had an earful of our conversation. I didn’t answer and they didn’t probe more. I went to the usual spot me and my cousins go to. It was the perfect day to unwind, as I was certain no one at this hour would be present in the said place. But I was wrong. Surprisingly, a red-haired girl was already in the swing. I got pissed, but I tried hard to suppress it. My aunt told me that my temper is sometimes uncontrollable, brought on by vampirism.

"No. There's a lot to do. Tell Secretary Lottie to bring in the contracts that need to be signed. Oh, and how's the acquisition process of Sharp Wings airlines going?" "Flawlessly well." "And I suppose the media is being controlled well." "Yes, boss." *** "Did you find out who she is?" Oliver asked. "Yes sir. She isn't the vice president of RN group but...she's President Jayden's wife. Erin Reynolds." The female secretary replied. "What? Now that's surprising. He doesn't deserve her. I wonder how she agreed to marry a jerk like him. Find out why she had to impersonate the vice president."