Ruin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

Richelle turned five months old on a quiet Sunday morning, considerably calmer than most days this exhausting investigation had allowed the family to properly enjoy, and Elena found herself grateful, watching her daughter's delighted giggles as Damian lifted her carefully overhead, for the rare, precious ordinary moments this impossible year had occasionally still managed to provide. "She's getting so big," Vivienne said, arriving with her usual armful of gifts despite Elena's repeated, gentle protests that such generosity remained entirely unnecessary. "I can hardly believe how quickly these months have passed."

Jax read the informational plaques aloud, his voice low and respectful, asking me questions about the biology of the creatures we were seeing. "What about this one?" he asked, pointing to a tank filled with tiny, pulsing orbs. "Moon jellies. What do they eat?" "Plankton," I said automatically. "And sometimes other jellies. They're not picky." "Ruthless," he said, grinning. "Tiny, beautiful murderers." We stood there for a long time, watching the moon jellies drift and pulse, their tentacles trailing behind them like silk threads. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the filtration systems and the distant murmur of other visitors.

Violet POV “ Which of them, Ma’am?” The stylist Nikolai has forced on me asked She held a purple and a red dress for me but I had picked out my dress already a black gown with a deep v cut on the front , with a long slit on my thigh, nothing too much but enough to show the world the woman who snagged Aleksei carmene wasn’t just a simple woman. Even though it sounded off in my head I had invited Rochelle but she couldn’t clear her schedule to fly in and she was completely still invested on the soap opera she believes myself and Aleksei are going to have , the stylist picked out several shoes amd I ignored all I stepped into my red ballet loboutin heels.

I burst into the living-room and the copper reek hits me first. Then the sight. Three bodies sprawled across the Persian rug like broken dolls. Elder Gwen and Rown, Councillor Holt. Throats opened ear to ear, blood still pulsing in lazy rivers from the gashes. The white couch is soaked crimson. One of Holt's shoes is missing; it lies halfway across the room, sole up, as if he tried to run and never made it past the coffee table.

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

ZAYN “Yo man! Shit was dope out there. Dude was real fucking pissed. See his face? Bet he'd need stitches for that split,” Rowan came into the dressing room after me, laughing as he patted my shoulder. I flexed my neck, feeling a slight crack. I grabbed a bottle of water from the table, gulping its contents in a go. “Heard he wants to double up for a rematch. Five thousand bucks on the line man. That's crazy,” he said, amused at the fact that I just won the match and that made him twenty-five hundred dollars richer.

Vines. Thick, dark, knotted like dried roots, they burst from the wall in a sudden flash of green and black growth. Curled over each other, the vines blocked our path, flexing faintly as they swelled in our direction, and bristled with thorns oozing a liquid that looked a lot like poison. “Oh, shit,” I said, backpedaling on instinct. Caelum reached for his sword. Elias raised his hand to summon light. And then—

On the run, we had each other. Finally, we reach the map room. Wind swirls around our ankles, ready to catch us or throw us forward. Joli unlocks this window, and I see thick, hardy vines curling up over the sill. The sort that disrupt the bricks, that the gardeners are supposed to destroy on sight. She catches me looking and smiles. “I’ve been bribing them to leave these be for about six months now.”

She had to help her, she had to be the only piece Crystal had to take the last step. "Please, Violet, I promise that I will pay for every minute spent on that.” Violet smiled. "I'm not saying it for that reason, Crystal, it's just that sometimes revenge is very bad, you always want more, and more.” "I promise that this is only the beginning and will be the end of everything. I'm not planning to kill anyone," said Crystal, smiling, "I just want him to know that women are not only there to make babies, to ensure the company of others when we can ensure that of ourselves.”

I put Orchid down so she can have a look. The city lies in the distance, an impressive conglomeration of towers with a network of crumbling roads stretching in all directions. "It's green!" Orchid sighs in astonishment. Truk agrees. "It's because of the vines." He's right. I've seen it up close, and it's amazing. All those old, crumbling buildings are covered in a web of vines that have grown over the years since the great Cataclysm. "It's beautiful," whispers Orchid.