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,

“How lovely. Lavender.” Marianne did a double-take. “Lavender? Claire, what are you talking about?” Tense voice, a sheen of sweat across her face. “It smells musty. Not nice at all.” Claire rolled her eyes, wearing a faint grin, and said to forget it. Alex joined her at one of the large windows. They gazed out at the hills of St. Albans and the surrounding countryside. An impressive sight and difficult for Claire to find anything to compare to Belle Vue. He picked up her hand and kissed it in the way she liked.

Teased Rex to the babies. All of them laughed hard. “Sorry that we cannot come earlier. Well, you know why?” Asked Cara to Jeanne. Jeanne shook her head, not knowing anything. “Our marketing was a major hit! Our promotional videos and the TikTok videos of the vineyard went viral and so many people were so excited about the launch. Not to mention there were orders coming everywhere for the wines!” Said Cara excitedly. Jeanne was shocked to hear the news but felt so grateful that her first big project was a success.

"Thanks a bunch, Mr. Troy!" replied Jolie with a seductive smile. She was a sight to behold with her upper half adorned in a plunging sweater, complemented by a white gold necklace that graced her neck. Her lower half was encased in form-fitting jeans, showcasing her voluptuous figure. "Jolie, isn't your club opening next month?" another suave gentleman inquired, his gaze lingering as he gulped. "You're right, Mr. Abbott. Make sure you're there for the grand opening!" Jolie answered with a playful grin.

he said and then mumbled under his breath, “That's why I hate Mafias.” “So what did you find?” Draven asked and the rest of us huddled closer to his laptop that he had brought with him. “So far we have learnt about a small vineyard that is very exclusive and is situated on the island called Martha’s Vineyard. It is registered under another woman’s name so it was hard for us to track it down but we finally did. The label vine that it makes there is called, ‘Dives Uvae’ which also means rich grapes in Latin.”

SOFIA Giulia and I wandered through the vineyard that afternoon, just as the sun started dipping low enough to cast a golden glow over the rows of grapevines, with their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The air smelled earthy and sweet, and it was a far cry from the concrete jungle of New York. And honestly, after everything that had happened, I needed this kind of peace.