Sin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

On their way to the airport, Liam was on the phone arranging for a luxury gift. Jasmine didn't stop him, just in case it could be useful. "There's a bottle of wine that Jeanine's vineyard put up for collection last year; it's very valuable and reasonably priced," Liam mentioned to Ethan. Ethan remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jasmine. "How... how much?" Jasmine cautiously inquired. "Over a million," Liam said with a smile.

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.

“That’s where we’re going.” Julissa followed his finger. It was a castle-like gray-and-white building built into the side of a mountain. At the foot of the slope, a vast vineyard stretched across the flat land. Clusters of lush green grapevines filled the space, and a few straw-hatted workers could be seen tending to them. Behind the hillside, a series of misty mountains loomed in the distance, with massive white clouds drifting lazily above the peaks. Julissa couldn't help but admire the view. No wonder Mr. Nichols had handed the company over to his son—living here and running a vineyard was far more enjoyable than managing a corporation. He really knew how to live.

Abigail marveled at the thoroughbreds, her eyes wide with fascination as Vincent shared anecdotes of his adventures on horseback. Their journey continued towards the chateau's majestic vineyard, a sprawling sea of lush green vines. Vincent spoke fondly of the yearly harvest, the wine-making process, and the joy of tasting the first pour of a new batch. He plucked a ripe grape from a nearby vine, encouraging Abigail to taste the sweet fruit. The laughter and shared experiences, the stories that flowed freely, they all deepened their connection, knitting their disparate lives into a shared experience.

Jasmine's fingers tightened as she watched Ava walk away. Now, what was she supposed to do? She couldn't run, she should. Instead, she did the only thing she could do. She turned to the nearest server and grabbed another glass of wine. Then another. Jasmine and alcohol were the biggest enemies but she didn't care that it burned or the way people glanced at her. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with someone else. She was pissed and confused all at the same time.

Joe lifted the glasses up and walked towards Viola, he handed one of the tumblers to her and smiled. "Here's to happiness!" "Cheers!" They clicked their glasses together with elegance and began to sip from the wine with poise and satisfaction. It filled their mouths with a sweet creamy taste and a hint of pepper. The floral aroma from the wine caressed their sense of smell. "Exquisite!" Viola exclaimed after she emptied her glass. "Pour me more, Will ya?!" "Sure! But we gotta be careful, it's strong!" Joe warned and filled Viola's glass again.

"Stop flattering me... I still need a lot of rice to eat. Also, I want to make something you would like to eat, and soup isn't that bad. But, if the eldest sister really loves this, then I will prepare a cup for you every day." "What a sweet torture, Mi." Sol Rogue joined, picking the glass of wine on her front and taking another short sip of the red wine from the winery of Marqués de Surieta in the country S. Its sensation fits perfectly on her tongue, and she has decided this wine exudes the tradition, yet still be able to give a sense of modernity. It seemed she would not be able to hold back from buying another one. "Sister Ji, please refrain from drinking too much wine. It is not good f

They were not looking happy and my worry was escalating. Is she alright? Just as I am about to tell Mr. Henderson that she’ll be coming in a minute, I hear the sound of heels clicking as someone runs over to our table. I stand up and look in the direction of the sound to find Aviana making her way to the table in an elegant violet evening dress. It hugs her perfect figure and her perfect curves like a second skin. And even though it isn’t revealing, she looks absolutely ravishing. Her silky-smooth leg peeks out from the slit in her dress to help her walk which goes up till a little above her knee.

Rolling hills covered in vineyards unfolded before them, creating a dreamy panoramic view. Ava was intrigued by the destination, wondering where Daniel was taking her. Each twist and turn of the road heightened her curiosity. The scent of fresh earth and the sweetness of ripe grapes wafted in the air, adding an intoxicating touch to the experience. Finally, the sports car came to a stop at the entrance of the "Maravillas del Duero" vineyard. The lights of the main building were on, and a path lined with still unlit streetlamps led into the vineyard. Daniel turned off the engine and turned to Ava with a mysterious smile.

"As I told you, this hollymere grape is not ordinary. It is not planting. But made with the power of our light. That is, by turning ordinary grapes into hollymere grapes. We can't turn all grapes into hollymere wine. Only grapes with roots above and fruit below. The resident of the heaven usually grew such grapes." Queenie was silent. Her memory suddenly was coming to Deril's vineyard. All the vines there were floating in the air. Only bamboo blades held the vine. If the grapes were not wearing bamboo slats, probably all vines would have turned. It was rooted at the top and fruit at the bottom. Queenie glanced at Deril. Her eyes narrowed and demanded an answer. No! Not an answer, but it inti