Sharon Vineyard Novels & Stories

Pick your poison: Secret ~ The Pierces As the World Caves In ~ Matt Maltese Adea My fingers dance along the soft hair that curls at the nape of Shane’s neck. Normally, I’d take this opportunity to kiss up his neck or enjoy the lack of distance between us, but I’m so frustrated, I can’t. Instead, I want to twist and pull the strands. By the Goddess’ grace, I somehow manage to hold back. I know he’d think I was joking with him and I’m not in a playful mood.

Jennifer said staring at Rosy coldly. "I was able to find the original documents that name Mr Adam Shawn as the true owner of the Mingle International. It's not just that, I also found out that Mr Shawn is the true owner of Mr Mingle's house and it also had details of some properties we didn't know about," Rosy informed her.

I couldn’t help but think about why the media was so interested in him, why the girls were flocking around him not that I care, but I was just curious. I am always so busy with my cafe, I don’t even use social media, even my cafe’s social media marketing is handled by my staff and friend Nina. She is amazing at it. Nina an amazing girl, so beautiful and charismatic was not from WillowRidge, she came here as a tourist and fell in love with this town. She moved here took various jobs until she joined my cafe full time. She is a trustworthy friend. The little time I get with myself I like being cozy in my garden reading a book and loosing myself into the world of imagination.

'Can we really get back what they owe us? The Case residence-- Sharon got so carried away that she did not even go to the shoot today. She was holding a glass of red wine in one hand, a phone in the other, with a triumphant smile on her face. "That woman will finally get what she deserves, and I will still own the entertainment industry after all."

It seemed that she had gotten the acknowledgment of the Ivory family’s heir. She did not want to ruin her image, so she said warmly, “Of course, you can. Mr. Ivory, the violin is yours now. Naturally, you can give it to whoever you want.” “That’s wonderful. You are indeed kind, Ms. Sharon.” Ivan’s smile broadened as he looked below the stage. “Why don’t you come up…” At the same time, North grinned. Georgia was delighted. “You’re so cheap, North. Sharon managed to win this violin because she’s rich. Besides, even if she can’t afford it, she has the Lane family supporting her. What do you have?”

"Tonight. We end this." --- The Zavari Estate sprawled across acres of lush vineyards, its rolling hills covered with meticulously tended grapevines that bore the promise of exceptional red wines. Sorin Zavari, the fourth-generation heir to this illustrious family legacy, took great pride in overseeing every aspect of the winemaking process. From the careful selection of grape varieties to the precise timing of harvests and the artful blending of flavors, the Zavari wines were renowned for their complexity, depth, and unmistakable character.

“Give this glass of wine to the woman in the black dress. Tell her it’s from her admirer.” Sharon came to the wine tower. Just as she was about to take a glass, a waiter holding a glass of wine appeared before her. “Hello, Miss. This wine is from your admirer.”