Cream Vim Novels & Stories

“Good evening, guys. What would you like to order? She asked. Before any of them could say anything, Hailey raised her hand quickly to speak, a huge grin on her face. Chloe knew her excitement wasn't about the ice cream, but the fact that she was here with Chloe and Zach. It made Chloe question whether or not she had friends outside of school. “I would like a cup of hazelnut coffee base with cookie crumbles and whipped cream.” She said and Chloe snickered. Hailey sure had a detailed way she wanted her ice cream. She was picky when it came to what she ate, Chloe had noticed that.

We were alone. Krispin walked me to the kitchen. "Would you like some water or juice?" "Water, please." I sat down and watched while he filled my glass. Handing it over, he then began making his special concoction of Mountain Dew and hot lemon. "I can't believe you drink that stuff." "Yeah, I know. It really tastes like shit." I almost spit out my water. "Then why do you drink it?" "To remind myself that alcohol tastes like shit too but I drank it anyway."

I felt that I was about to faint, he moved down to my breast as he kept kissing and sucking every inch until he reached one of my breasts. He lifted the lace bra over my head and threw it, he kissed each of my nipples then he sucked on it while he massaged the other one he kept pinching it from time to time I began to moan from pleasure. His tongue played around my nipple, his warm mouth covered my nipple, then he moved to the other one and did the same as he did with the other one. When he brought the wine for he brought a bucket of ice which I totally forgot about I wanted to ask him why did he bring it for but it totally slipped away. he kissed my stomach sucking pausing at my bell bottom

"Is there something to drink?" Mr. Cracker stood and reached for a plastic pitcher and plastic cup from the table next to her bed. Juicy could barely recognize him. He had cleaned up and was now completely transformed. His hair was blonde and shiny from a fresh washing. He had evidently shaved because he now only had a bit of mustache and goatee and he had lost the dirty baseball cap. And now that it was gone, she could see his dark grey eyes. The bruise under his eye had faded to a dull yellow and his split lip was only slightly discolored. Even his clothes were clean. Mr. Cracker was younger then she was! He handed her the cup of water and she struggled to sit up. He found a remote and r

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

“Like shit. “I reply as I look up at him and he walks over to the bed in his usual stride. Calm, calculative, and painstakingly seductive. “This should help. “He says as he holds out a cup I did not notice he had been holding, and at the smell of what’s inside it, I gag. Instantly jerking away. “Go on... “He says, and I glare up at him and I pinch my nose. “What the fuck is that!? “I demand, and he sighs. “Acqua di Cicoria. “He replies like I’m supposed to know what that means, and I raise a brow. “Huh? “I question, and he rolls his eyes. “It’s chicory water. It should clear your hangover in about 30 minutes. “He says, and seeing the seriousness, in his eyes, I slowly take my fingers away fr

Stanford. Mrs. Stanford, a woman with a keen eye for vintages, chuckled, then peered at the glass with interest. “Oh, what drink is this? It looks rather exquisite.” The server, a young man with a neatly trimmed beard, began explaining, his voice soft, almost rehearsed. “This, ma’am, is a limited-edition ‘Crimson Whisper’ Cabernet Sauvignon, from the Świętokrzyskie Vineyards in Poland. It’s known for its deep berry notes, a hint of smoked oak, and a surprisingly long, velvet finish. Only a few cases were produced this year, very exclusive.” He nodded politely, already beginning to turn to leave.

I sipped on it and found it to be very tasty. "What is this?" I asked, taking another sip. "Oh, that's Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and tonic water with some lime," Trina said. "I just love it, don't you?" "It's delicious," I agreed, carefully trying to sit so that my legs were pressed together.

It was the exact same thing he’d said to me. “What’s she drinking?” he asked Ralph. “Rum and Coke,” he said, and the guy paid for her drink. I watched Ralph as he walked over to Adelie with the glass in his hand and she smiled as he spoke to her. She shook her head and Ralph walked away with the drink still in his hand. “Are you local?” The guy had now turned toward me. “Yes.” “Do you know her?” he asked me, and I was instantly jealous as he looked at her again. I’d never felt such intense jealousy before.

Kudaisi explained. My mind went to the news headlines my siblings had brought up about him the other day. “My grandma seeing what I had become moved heaven and earth to save me, and with the help of the leader of her coven, Yeye Omo, they contacted a very powerful wizard from ancient times who through powerful magic reversed my turning and made me half human-half vampire. The wizard also told me of a cure, the spring of life in Orun Iwase, the seventh heaven, but as I was planning to go get it and return to a semblance of normality, the cursed ones came for me, killing my grandma, Yeye Omo and her coven in the process.”