Sin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

“If I get drunk here, nobody judges me.” Ray stepped closer to her. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” She looked at him with amusement. “Only if I’m worth catching.” He didn’t smile. But he replied. “You are.” Cassienne stood beside Dreston, staring at the endless rows of vines. It felt peaceful, in a good way. Garry began the tour immediately. They walked through the vineyard rows. He explained the different grape varieties planted across the estate. “Cabernet Sauvignon on that side,” he said, pointing toward the western slope. “Merlot closer to the lake. We separate them based on sunlight exposure and soil composition.”

His eyes flickered with approval. "This is rare," he mused, swirling the liquid. "Is it from the old Lunar Cellars? A wine this rich shouldn’t be wasted in a bar." Jasmine smirked. "It’s from my grandfather’s private stock. He said it was made from the vines near the Blood Moon Pack’s old lands." Jason inclined his head. "Your grandfather has excellent taste. Old-world wines have the deepest bite." I took another sip, savoring the way the burn turned sweet on my tongue.

She had never witnessed anything so breathtaking. The expansive backyard, surrounded by wrought iron fencing, offered a stunning view of a lush green lawn adorned with queen palms, purple creeping phlox, and pink azaleas. Torch-like lights cast an amber glow over the central pool, while a willow tree gracefully draped its long branches nearby. The inviting beach entry beckoned Jenny, and the sound of water cascading gently over a rock wall facade at the edge of the pool added to the enchanting atmosphere. The Boss expressed his gratitude to the servants as they brought out a basket of grapes alongside tall, slender glasses resembling shot glasses, filled with Limoncello—an after-dinner drink

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”

Behind me was the gateway to the kitchen, it wasn't dinner time yet so I should be alone for a while. Down below was the pride and joy of wine lovers across the world. The Lavigne Vineyard. The alluring view never gets old to look at. Rows and rows of pristine plants cascade down the slopes of South France hills. The semi-ripened fruits painted the lush green with hints of red, purple, burnt orange, it spanned for miles and was so beautiful.

Jane The vineyard sprawls before Ethan and me, neat rows of grapes lining the rolling hills of the NightFang valley and painting the lush earth with verdant vines. I breathe in the fresh montane air as Ethan tucks me under his arm, sipping from my third sample glass of the day. We’ve only been here for about an hour, but I already feel more relaxed than I have in a very long time. The generous wine samples help, but more than anything else I’m just relieved to know my fears about Ethan were false.

Emily had never tried to be close to them before even though they had tried to make her like them to get on madam Calista good side. “Zoe, I made you fresh orange juice from the ripe fruits outside, try it quickly. I even added my special ingredient in it so it tastes even more special.” Violet smiled and collected the bottle, “I'll try it then.” She opened the bottle and took a sip of the pulpy juice as it melted in her tongue and satisfied the rest of her taste buds. She moaned at the nourishing taste and had some more, instantly feeling refreshed. After feeling satisfied she looked at the teenager that was staring at her with a hint of excitement in her eyes. “Do you like it?” she asked g

Then, in a gesture that felt almost ceremonial, she lifted her glass of deep-blue juice, the liquid catching the light like ink in motion. Crescent Moon’s vineyard stretched across the valley like a living tapestry, lush, fragrant, and fiercely tended. They cultivated their own grapes and berries, coaxing flavor from soil and sun, crafting wine and juice that didn’t just sustain them, but defined them. It was more than a livelihood, it was legacy in a bottle.

“What did you say?” Marco was immediately incensed when he heard what Dustin said. Everyone looked at Dustin in shock. How could Dustin say that there was something wrong with the wine that cost 800 thousand dollars? That truly stunned a lot of people. “Are you saying that this wine is fake?” Marco’s gaze was forbidding, and his posture was interrogative. “It’s not fake wine or anything,” Dustin said. “If I’m not mistaken, this wine should be from a vineyard called Bijoux Vineyard in South Lovellia. Its retail price is 1,088 dollars per bottle. It’s quite a renowned wine in Lovellia.”

A slight mistake and you will see the path of heaven or may be hell , devils like him ruin in hell for sure. In the garden there was a slight plantation in the remote . Her eyes brightened like sparkle when she realised what was it . It was grapevines. Dark black grapes was settling in the middle of tendrils . " go ahead " he said as he saw ogling it keenly . She doesn't not more to tell . She strides toward the vines and grabbed it . " can I pluck it " she asked excitement beaming on her eyes like a kid as she turned to ask permission from the sole owner .