Chocolate Vanilla Swirl Vine Novels & Stories

"MangoVodkaTea. what in the bisexual brunch is this?" Sou leaned her elbow on the bar, chewing gum. “Vodka with mango flavor. Served in a tea cup.” I stared at her. “Tea. Cup?” She grinned. “We’re classy like that.” “That's not classy. That’s—chaos disguised as elegance.” “Exactly,” she said, winked, and then went back to sweeping. I kept at it. Memorizing. Lining up. Tasting nothing, but letting the names melt on my tongue like old songs.

Lily said, half through her third bite, "this vanilla lavender one is talking to me." "Talking to you how? In the form of a lullaby or a Shakespearean sonnet?" "More like, 'Eat six slices and pretend it's prenatal medicine.'" He smiled. "The chocolate ganache is singing my name. But I will compromise in the interest of love and choose the lavender if I have sole frosting-licking privileges." Lily narrowed her eyes. "Define 'sole.'" "Anything with frosting and your mouth? Mine. Forever." She laughed. "Deal."

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.

He had a business to maintain and there was already a small line forming behind the girl who looked eerily like the fallen Luna. “Vanilla chocolate,” Lin said the words before it could come out of Hunter’s mouth. “Two small bowls, no sprinkles.” It was like she was reading Hunter’s mind. He watched her with a smile on his face and waited until she was done ordering before he quietly and gladly led her to a table by the window that had a clear view of the street. “I thought you weren’t a big fan of vanilla chocolate?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “I didn’t say that I don’t like it, just that it was overhyped. Personally, I’m a strawberry kind of girl.”

Vivian and I each got a glass. “I made them fresh,” he said proudly. I sniffed it, braced myself, and took a sip. Sweet and tart blended perfectly. My eyes widened. “This is good.” Ronan’s chest puffed. “Knew it. Finally, a winner.” Vivian raised a brow. “What’s in it?” “Protein powder, oats, strawberries, bilberries, blackberries, and pineapple.” “Pineapple?” Vivian squinted at him. “That’s not a berry.”

She had a notepad out and was nodding fiercely. "I’ve already got the plans for the cake," Vannie declared, her voice a hushed but authoritative stage-whisper. "Three tiers, honey-almond sponge to represent the sweetness of the bond, and I’m thinking a wild-berry reduction. It’ll be light enough for a moonlit feast but rich enough to satisfy a hungry wolf." Martha patted Vannie’s hand, her eyes shining. "That sounds perfect, Vannie. Just perfect."

"Yep. Swatch is behind you. Remember you need a bit more brown than it says otherwise it comes out a bit pink..." "I know, I know..." "Don't deny an old woman her fun." "You're not old. You're mature... like Stilton," I added, grinning. "Ooh, you cow. No coffee for you." I stuck out my tongue and got to work mixing up a batch of the base tint. The cake was going to be fairly simple as these things went, three white fondant-sheathed tiers with a spiral of red sugar roses on dark sugar-work vines, with edible sugar-infused rice-paper leaves and other little hidden treasures, all sitting on a bed of edible, individually-decorated petals...

I hold up the small, gilded jug and they all follow suit. Then I pour the caramel over the sphere. They do the same. One by one, the chocolate melts, collapses, and reveals: A delicate, warm oat custard infused with vanilla, rippled with condensed milk caramel, and topped with cinnamon oat crumble and a crisp praline shard. On the side, a small quenelle of milk tea gelato and a laced oat tuile catch the light. Gasps go up and I sit. Even Margot and Charles are mesmerized.