Ruin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Anyone, except him. He noticed I wasn't speaking and suddenly seemed to recall something. His eyes brightened, as if he had figured everything out. "Wait… Are you mad about that mango juice? Really? Is that necessary? It was just juice! If you didn't like it, we wouldn't make that joke again. And you weren't even allergic. I saw it myself. Or are you just upset about Larissa?" Alan tore open the wound in my chest as if it were nothing. I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. My voice was so calm, it surprised even me.

The breeze carried that scent through the vineyard. She looked ahead and saw endless rows of grapevines stretching far into the distance. Each vine was full of large, green leaves and dark grapes, deep red and purple, hanging heavy from the branches. They looked like they belonged in a painting. The vines curled around wooden posts, and some of the posts were covered in soft green moss. “All this belongs to you?” she asked quietly, almost in disbelief. “Every vine,” Juan answered. Bees buzzed lazily nearby, floating from flower to flower. The ground was soft under her shoes. The dirt looked rich and dark, like it had been cared for. Everything smelled alive and peaceful.

If they could put it into the citys water pipes they could kill the vines. June said the lab was in the basement of the engineering building.. The vines were everywhere. Benson said he would clear a path. He ran to a fire hydrant. Smashed it open with his wrench. Water sprayed everywhere. Benson grabbed a bottle of cleaning acid from a cart. Poured it into the water. The acidic water hit the vines. They. Pulled back. They made a sound like tearing silk. Benson yelled at June to go. They ran through the maze of muscle. The city looked like the inside of a giant dying animal. Every time June passed a person being swallowed by the vines she felt their pain. She felt their memories being eaten b

It’s been declared off-limits. I rip the chains off in one sharp motion, ignoring the way my skin protests, the scars already turning raw and red. And then I see her. The last person I expect to see here. Rhea Veyne. Brown leather clings to her body, boots echoing softly against the stone as she steps inside, locking eyes with me. Her brown hair falls in long loose waves around her shoulders, her lips painted a pure shade of red, her expression… wanting. As usual. I haven’t seen her in a year. Why the fuck did she come back?

I heard the door click open and I turned around staring at them gobsmacked. Daniel Pitts and Jolie Myers. Jolie opened her mouth agape as she saw me, she quickly adjusted her short skirt embarrassingly and walked out of the restroom. I slanged my backpack over my shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the restroom when a hand drew me back. I quickly yanked my arm away. The only thing apart from Victor that makes me want to vomit is a boy touching me. They are all the same. "How long have you been here?". Daniel asked, his eyes piercing into mine.

– you won’t need to do many things around here. I looked away from her. Julie was extremely beautiful and seductive. Soon after, they placed a role in front of me, and I swore in as the new president of beta gonsales. There was no resistance on my part, and I was even surprised by the speed with which I accepted that new challenge. I approached the window and looked at the landscape. You could really see all the beauties of Rio de Janeiro from there. In front of the sea of ​​Copacabana, a beautiful night was already emerging outside. I was delighted to the point where I didn’t realize that Gonzalo’s old office was full of journalists. Dionysus placed Julie beside me and several pictures were

“He’s going to think I am whore.” “You are a whore.” Jon said as he crouched in front of her. “It’s true! That’s all I have left! I’m a whore!” She whispered. “You liked that shit.” Jon said. “No I didn’t!” She protested. “Then why is your cunt dripping?” Jade looked at her crotch. It was true, despite her being upside down with a cross deep inside her, her pussy juices were leaking out. Jon grabbed the cross and pulled it out of her.

The sticky liquid dripped down her face and ruined her clothes in a matter of seconds. "Error 101. Apology not fucking sent," Vine stated flatly, tossing the empty cup right at Rose's knees. "How about next time you actually try to have manners, hmm?" Sigh. Vine turned around, her breathing still a little tight as she looked up at me. "Let's go."

Be careful, boss. I crouched low, moving through the shadows, my boots silent on the cracked pavement. *...*...*...*...*...*... Aiden's POV The minutes dragged on like hours in this godforsaken warehouse. My wrists burned from the ropes, the rough fibers digging into my skin like tiny teeth. All my focus was on Lily, pressed against my side, her small body shaking with silent sobs. She hadn't said a word since they tied our ankles, just buried her face in my shoulder, her tears soaking through my shirt.