Sister Wine Glass Novels & Stories

The photo stopped me mid-scroll. It was beautiful in the usual way she carefully tool every photo for social media. An elegant table set for dinner—white linens, silver cutlery arranged just so, crystal glasses catching candlelight. Three place settings visible in the frame. The caption read: "Real family bonds are forever. I almost scrolled past. Almost. But something made me pause, made me look closer at the image. The wine glasses. Three of them, each half-full with red wine that looked almost black in the dim lighting. One glass in the foreground was Vivienne's—I could see her pale hand with those delicate fingers wrapped around the stem and the red nails she had on this morning.

Lizzie said with a smile, then followed Annalise downstairs. … Yasmin was arranging the crystal glasses downstairs. These crystal glasses were usually kept in the cabinets. They would only take them out during the New Year to serve wine to the guests. There were a total of 68 glasses. They were very expensive. "Yasmin, have you arranged the glasses already?" Annalise was a tad bit surprised. Yasmin had been working downstairs. Upon hearing Annalise's voice, she looked at her and replied, "The staff mentioned that these glasses are dried and asked me what to do with them just now.

By the time he had set down the now empty glass of wine, he had seen that his sibling's glasses of wine had not gone down an inch. Subtly, it had dawned on him and the last thing that he had noted was their creepy smiles.

–Ciro laughed as he pulled out a seventy-five reserve. -Too many people for my taste. - He turned around, uncorking the bottle with great ease. Making it clear that his strong arms were not just for show. He poured wine into two Savarovski crystal glasses, the finest and most expensive crystal in the world, and handed one of them to Bethany. The woman inspected them with extreme attention, admiring their elegant design. It was the first time she had seen such splendid art figures in her home. -There's wine outside too. - Bethany said hastily.

Maddie sat down on the couch, waiting patiently for me to bring the wine. Carrying the bottle and glasses with me, I circled the couch and sat down at the opposite end from where my sister was sitting. She watched me while I opened the bottle and filled the two glasses halfway. It had a screw-on cap, which I preferred. I hated messing with a corkscrew. When I handed my sister her glass, she smiled and started sipping it. "How was your week?" I asked, making small talk. I felt a growing sense of nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

Though she was acting really weird and I had zero ideas why. "Enough of that." I took the glass from my sister's hand. "You have too much." I pulled her into a seat. "I'm sorry," I mouthed to the attendant she was pestering a while ago. My sister giggled. She already smelled alcohol that morning and the wine testing didn't help make her sober. "But lil' sis' I want more!" She fought her way to get the glass from me because I tower by three inches. She didn't stand a chance. "You meanie!" she added squinting her eyes in my direction.

Of course, Jenna decides now is the time to show up, just as I’m finding some good entertainment. I pull out the chilled chardonnay that Jenna prefers, and I pour my sister a large glass. Jenna always complains that I don’t pour wine correctly. But why use a big ass wine glass that holds half a bottle and only pour a mouthful? Stupid and inefficient if you ask me. But she’s gotten used to my “guy-pour,” as she calls it, over the years and doesn’t bring it up anymore. Although, I’ll be honest, now I do it just to annoy her. #siblinglove

“I’m not blind. Do you really think I wouldn’t know what kind of wine is on my table? Daisie had never drunk wine before. After all, her brothers did not allow her to drink wine, and her parents had told her that alcohol was bad for her health. Even when she was attending an important occasion, she would only choose drinks with low alcohol content, such as champagne. There was no way she would not know what kind of wine was on the table. Therefore, she was certain that Lisa had brought the glass of wine here. Lisa’s face turned pale, and she said with her mouth pouted, “Daisie, how can you suspect me like that? I just want to clink glasses with you. Why do you have to make things so difficul

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.

Ariv said, and everyone snapped their heads at him because of the knowledge he shared with his elder brothers. Ariv scratched his head awkwardly, and his twins (Rin, Aru, and Honey) shook their heads. Shaurya arched his eyebrows at his baby brother, the complete bad boy of his family. "This is Smirnoff—in orange and green apple flavors," Shaurya explained, and Ansh looked at the glasses, which were full of pink, mint, and white colors. "And the special one is here: red wine. The oldest wine tastes better," Chase passed him the bottle of red wine, and Ansh sighed as he looked at his brothers.