روايات وقصص ضمن Vine You Better Stop

“The rest is fine.” “Well, their forwards were shit,” Steele says. “Not that I’m mad about that.” “I’m just saying, if they want to get ahead, they’ve got to up the ante. Stop more shots.” “They should just stop…” Steele pauses, attention bouncing from me to Greyson. “Hey, Violet.”

Just what I want. "Why did you do it, Vin?" "Dammit Eva, I was frustrated, okay. It's somehow a stress reliever" He whispers, and I smile like I just realized something, and his brows furrow in confusion. ''Why didn't anyone tell me?" I muse in fake realisation "My life is full of shit and so damn stressful. Wow! So I just need to fuck countless dicks and I will be okay" I chuckle at his complicated face. "Stop talking, Eva" Vin clenches his fists sending a harsh glare at me.

He threw the infected fruit onto the dirt path and kicked it aside with his shoe. Chandler gasped, looking at the crushed, rotten grapes on the ground in total horror. "Sir! Leaving them on the soil spreads the spores right into the roots—" "Cut the ugly leaves off the rest of Row 7, turn the watering system down, and stop whining!" Alcott commanded, stepping right up into Chandler's space. "I am not shutting down my most profitable vineyard block over a few sour grapes because you're having a panic attack! Do your job!"

he said quietly. “You didn’t.” The words hung between them. Heavy. Uncomfortable. She hated that he was right. “You shouldn’t have interfered,” she said. “I didn’t interfere.” “I took you out of a situation you couldn’t handle.” Her eyes snapped back to his. “I could handle it.” “You couldn’t even stay conscious.” The truth cut deeper than any insult. “Stop,” she said sharply. But Vince didn’t. “You’re getting worse.” “I said stop.” “You think I don’t see it?”

Nyla asked again. “H-harder...” I murmured. “Huh? Hard? Something hard?” Nyla interrogated me. I went back form my consciousness. “Huh? I said banana,” I told to her. “O-oh. Hard banana,” Nyla said. “Yes, it’s good with peanut butter,” I said. “Banana with peanut butter?” Nyla said with a disgusted face. “Yeah. What’s with the peanut butter without an banana,” I stated. “Huh? Isn’t... What’s with the banana without... Never mind,” Nyla stuttered.

Reputation would be considered important to someone like Sylvain. After some thought, she said, “I still have to go to the office. I’ll find out who’s behind this once I do. Let me get ready. You take Aristotle to Mary for his milk. I won’t be breastfeeding him for a few days. I’ve had alcohol, and that would be bad for him.” She had to go. Robin had that champagne too. What if it really was the champagne? Robin would have been tricked, just like her.

Instead, I simply raised my hand and slapped him across the other cheek. Everyone gasped, and the entire room fell into stunned silence. This time, Jayden was truly stunned. He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide with disbelief and simmering fury. "You, you dared to hit me?" I calmly withdrew my hand, my expression serene, my voice flat. "So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you."

Vinca, who was already mad at him, felt her blood boiling. "You want me to what?" she shouted. Frost, not noticing the anger in her eyes repeated himself. "Be my fake fiancée until Bernice stops bothering me" WHOOSH!! A cup missed his face by an inch and his shirt got drenched with tea. Leo held Vinca's hand before she could throw another missile. "Just because you are my benefactor doesn't mean you can treat me like a slave. How dare you ask that of me?" she was fuming.

Vines noticed her difference and nodded, “All right, let’s go over there.” Then he led her to the temporary break room. In the break room Vines asked, “Well, what is it that you want to say?” Priscilla didn’t say anything and just pulled out her phone to show him the trending topic on T*****r. Vines paused for a second. He took over the phone and looked carefully. When he saw the title and photos above, his face suddenly turned livid with anger. “Stupid!” he put the phone on the desk and growled, “Who took those pictures? Who wrote that nonsense? Are they blind or what? I was drunk and you simply gave me a hand. And they turned this into a scandal? What are they up to?”