Sin Jolie Vines Novels & Stories

"Damn, this is easily one of the best unoaked wines I have tasted. It's fruity but not too sweet." My lips spread into a wide grin as my pulse quickened with a jolt of energy. I almost gave an excited yell as my gaze flickered towards Jasmine. "And you?" Jasmine tilted her head, smacking her lips together before curling them into a smile. "It tastes bold. It tastes confident like it knows it is special and wants you to remember. I love it. Can I have some more?" "Like a whole bottle?" Jet eyes gleamed as she reached for the bottle beside me. I swatted her hand away, directing a play glare at her.

Willow’s POV The vineyard stretched on for acres, row after row of perfectly manicured vines. The grape season was over, so the vines didn’t bear any grapes, but it was still very beautiful and tranquil. The sun was high in the sky, and past the vineyard the waves of the Mediterranean rose and fell in white caps. A gentle breeze carried the scent of the salty water as Luigi and I walked, hand in hand, through the vineyard.

she muttered, her head bowed in shame and anger. The assistant didn’t say anything more and walked away to resume his work. Rosalie returned to her desk, her eyes filled with determination. She had to find out who that woman was in Gavin’s video call. Only then could she prepare herself. … Jolie lounged lazily on the couch, hugging a plush bunny. She absentmindedly played with its ears while watching the man on her screen. His handsome, composed, and mature features seemed more pleasing to the eye than before.

She started the engine, the powerful hum a stark contrast to the silence of the house. The drive to the vineyards was long, winding through sun-drenched hills. The air grew warmer, fragrant with the scent of earth and ripening grapes. The De Luca vineyards stretched for miles, row upon row of meticulously tended vines, their leaves a vibrant green against the azure sky. It was a place of beauty, of meticulous order, a reflection of Lorenzo himself.

He types a few things into the phone, Nate moves around behind him to look at the phone, he was searching for ‘vineyards near here’. “The Du Travere vineyard?” He shows the phone to Nate, who looks at the search result. It looked like it was a beautiful vineyard, open for people to come and taste the wines, and had an event space you could hire. There were several pictures of the château and winery sheds. People gathered around barrels and smiling, holding glasses of wine, there was no way to tell if they were visitors or part of the family, but they looked happy. Celine nods,

"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

Violet sat in the wine cellar and just finished counting. She put the book on her knees. Her cell phone rang in her pocket. It was from Justin. "Where are you?" "The wine cellar," she said with a smile, pursing her lips. "Really?" Justin's voice was low and soft. "You really have feelings for your red wine. Would you like to have a drink with me today?" "Sure!" She nodded with a smile. "Come over, I'll treat you to a bottle of 'la gloire'!"

“I usually make wine from grapes and seasonal berries...” “Sugar cane. Take a sip, it’s really sweet,” offered Johan. Dorin took a sip. Then a gulp and two. “Good...” he said, smacking his lips. “It goes down pretty well too...” “Doesn’t it though?” Johan looked smug. “Too bad I could only buy 2 bottles since Dupont was with me all the time. It pays to look older than you really are.” “Hmm? How old are you anyway?” Dorin asked after another sip.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The afternoon air was crisp, carrying the faint aroma of ripened grapes and the earthy scent of soil warmed under the fading sunlight. The vineyard stretched beyond the balcony, rows upon rows of neatly arranged vines swaying gently in the evening breeze. The golden glow of the setting sun bathed the landscape in warm hues, painting the distant hills in shades of amber and violet.