Ruin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

The trellis marked the entrance to my serene Lagoon, a tranquil oasis that I was eager to share with Roxy. As we stepped through the trellis, Roxy's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped in wonder. The Lagoon unfolded before us like a hidden paradise. Vines and colorful flowers wove together, forming a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight and cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. The water itself was a dazzling turquoise, its crystal clarity reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding foliage.

However, the bullet sliced through the air, shattering the vase on the nightstand with an explosive crash. Ruin let out a yawn from behind the long hair strands that hid his face. He was standing on the other side of the bed, leaning his back against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. “Trust me, I understand how you feel. Maddening possessiveness. Uncontrollable rage. Killing impatience. Insatiable desires. This woman, who I barely knew for over an hour, compels me to kill her, but not to see her die. I want to see her covered in blood, but not hers. I want to break her bones, see her in pain of a different kind though. Strange, is it not? Thrilling is it not? Maybe she has a natura

She jokingly asked as we crawled through the tunnel and I scoffed with a shake to my head. Approaching the end of the tunnel, a smile took over my lips as we stepped foot on the ground and began walking through the rose garden and I could see Izzy smiling through my peripheral vision; she had always loved roses. As a thoughtful human, I picked out one and handed to her. My heart began pounding hard against my chest and I got extremely nervous, almost nearing a panic attack as we approached the wooden arch bridge; my favorite place in all of Julia’s architectural design. The river connected the ocean according to the information given to me by Julia, and there was a boat set aside for when th

Chloe Jane I run my fingers through Ruin’s hair, pushing his mouth flush against me as his tongue leads me to yet another orgasm. His fingers are digging painfully into my thighs as he pushes my legs up, taking long, leisurely licks through my folds. “Deacon…Oh… Gods!” I cry out as I reach my climax again, seeing stars behind the darkness of my vision. But before I can come down from my high, Ruin spins me around and slams hard inside of me.

she muttered, her head bowed in shame and anger. The assistant didn’t say anything more and walked away to resume his work. Rosalie returned to her desk, her eyes filled with determination. She had to find out who that woman was in Gavin’s video call. Only then could she prepare herself. … Jolie lounged lazily on the couch, hugging a plush bunny. She absentmindedly played with its ears while watching the man on her screen. His handsome, composed, and mature features seemed more pleasing to the eye than before.

Vine slammed her palm hard into her face and swore profanities that would make any believer or American citizen with a high sense of moral ethics shudder in righteous indignation. ************ After kissing Troy goodnight Vine took out the bottle of old Scottish rum she bought the previous weekend during a flash sale. She had picked it in an instant but her intuition had never failed her. "Looks like it won't fail me now either." She smiled as she took a second sip and likes her upper lips as she savored the taste of the vintage drink. After drinking more cups than necessary, Nate's email came in. This is my business number: +1 (402) 431-0450.

Listening. “The old stories,” Maera said, halting for a moment, “say Flameruin didn’t fall. It fractured. Half its people followed the Queen’s Flame, and the other half chose Arion’s dark fire.” “And both were swallowed whole,” Xavier replied grimly. Ahead, the ruins opened into a vast, broken plaza. Cracks zigzagged across the stone, and a collapsed throne made of volcanic glass stood at its centre. Strange roses had grown in the fractures—petals black and crimson, smoking faintly as if they smouldered from within.

This was happening when I was a kid playing with my toys in our house in London. Before I left my friend Manon told me something. She said my mother knew I would come back to the valley one day. Manon gave me a box. Inside the box I found some seeds from the Invisible Vineyard. These seeds were from a kind of grape that people thought did not exist anymore. My mother called these seeds the Restitution Grapes.

It was calm and steady. "Sarah," I choked out. "Can I... can I talk to you for a moment?" She looked at my walker and then back at my face. There was no judgment in her gaze. "Come in. You shouldn't be standing out here. It is hard for you to walk." She stepped aside and let me in. The house smelled like lavender and old books. It was clean but it felt empty. There were no photos of Mark on the walls anymore. Just empty spaces where frames used to hang.

What a step dad. I trudged up the stairs, my shoes soft against the tile. Zayne's door shot as soon as I reached it. I shrugged, he must have heard the conversation. I didn't care either. I stood at the entrance of my room, the blinding light could see through me. I suddenly felt weak, my injuries punching me hard against the ribs. I should see a doctor at this rate. I peeled my clothes off and stood at the front of my mirror. The scars were already tattoos on my body. Purple bruises climbed over my ribs. Old scars crossed newer ones until I couldn't tell which belonged to Trenton and which belonged to life. I dragged my fingers over one on my shoulder.