Sharon Vineyard Novels & Stories

They waited for her to continue. “There is a bottle of wine that I want for my wedding—Mona Estate Vineyard, Gabernet Sauvignon, 2016.” Rivena said, “I tried calling that vineyard, but the owner is not responding. Can you go down there and see what happened? And if anyone of you can bring back a bottle for me, that would be nice.” “Absolutely,” Damien nodded. “Anything for you, Luna Rivena,” Westin smiled. The two men glanced at each other. Both were determined to win.

Their future was a blank canvas, and they would paint it together. The sun was warm on their backs, dappling light through the lush green leaves of the grapevines that stretched in neat rows across the gentle slope of the hill. The air was sweet with the scent of ripe fruit and earth. It was Chloe’s family vineyard, and she had suggested a double date, a notion that would have been unthinkable just months before.

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End

She looked like a staff. She glanced towards the glowing house, then to the driver, a silent man whose face was in the shadows. “Wait. I will be back within the hour.” The driver nodded without turning from the wheel. Sharon moved, not towards the light, but into the deep darkness alongside the hedges. Her feet knee this path. She has passed here multiple times in order to avoid been seen. Then she reached a heavy, wrought iron gate set into a stone wall. It was meant for gardeners. It was unlocked. She slipped through, into the walled kitchen gardens. The air smelled of cold earth and dormant herbs

He grinned, obviously pleased with my reaction. "I'm glad you like it, my sunflower. I thought we could start with a little tour of the vineyard." As we began to walk through the rows of vines, Zane explained that this vineyard was one of the oldest in the region, known for its exquisite wines and stunning landscapes. We strolled leisurely, the soft crunch of gravel under our feet, the air filled with the sweet scent of grapes ripening in the sun. "The view from the top of that hill is amazing," Zane pointed to a small hill overlooking the vineyard. "You can see the entire valley from there."

Three hours later, the scenery transformed completely. Rolling hills stretched endlessly before them. Long, neat rows of grapevines lined the landscape like green waves frozen in motion. The van slowed as it approached a large wrought-iron gate. A sign carved into stone stood proudly beside it: Richardson Estate Vineyard The gates opened automatically, and the van drove up a long, tree-lined driveway. Olive trees and cypress trees framed the path. In the distance, a grand stone manor stood at the top of a gentle slope. Cassienne leaned forward slightly.

As seasoned men of business, they understood perfectly what Sharon needed most at this stage—capital, leverage, and allies. After chatting with her for a while, they all took their leave. Before departing, Carter said quietly, "Sharon, I'll be in Marcentine for a while. If you need anything, you can always come to me." Once they were gone, Wendy turned to her, curiosity brimming in her eyes. "Sharon, I overheard some of the guests just now. They said you slapped Jamie and poured wine all over him?" Sharon nodded. "That's right."

Weston asked after we climbed into the back of the car. Joe turned from the front seat. “Good. I’ve got one of my guys following us and if all is okay, we’ll head back before the wedding starts.” “I don’t think there will be much of a problem,” Weston said. Joe nodded in agreement. “I don’t either, but I’m also not psychic, so I’m not going to take any chances.” When we arrived at the Malibu Wines Vineyard, I was stunned. High up in the hills, the view was amazing. Vineyards filled the valleys of the rolling hills. High up in the hills, the venue sat atop a large hill, allowing for an amazing panoramic view.

A sharpened voice declared, coated with a hint of annoyance. Finally, a crack in her ever so bubbly personality. She couldn't hide all that crazy behind a cute smile today. If there was a thing such as laughing without making any sound, that was what went on in Maria's head. For some reason, her confidence toppled within a terse second.

"Because I’ve got the day planned. I’m taking you, Carrie, and Shawn to the private vineyard in the hills. It’s the crown jewel of the estate. Leandro insisted." "I’d love that," I said. My stomach twisted. I felt like I was agreeing to my own walk to the gallows. **** The day was a nightmare of exquisite beauty. We drove through the rolling hills in an open-top vintage car, the wind whipping my hair. To anyone watching, we were just three friends on a luxury getaway, escorted by a handsome, silent bodyguard.