Cream X Vanilla Novels & Stories

“Your order, m'am.” “Va- Vanilla. Just vanilla.” Samael snorted, whispering under his breath: “What, no kink?” “With Oreos. And sprinkles.” “Refined tastes, girl. Now why don't they have rum floats here?” he said ruefully. “They do it with root beer. Is this institution so unflexible they can't use rum instead?” I tuned him out, watching the cute black-haired boy behind the counter. He gingerly scooped the ice cream out, cleaving it onto the metal board and mixing the toppings in. He caught my eye and smiled. I tilted my head, grinning back.

‘Will talk to you again, bye. Irina: ‘Bye, Jamia.’ I grabbed the tall half full cup of iced coffee and positioned the white thin paper straw into my mouth. I sipped from the cup and tasted the sweet white whip cream on top of the coffee and then came the light taste of coffee with a combination of vanilla sweetness into my mouth. I put down the cup, and continued to fastly hit the letters from the laptop keyboard with my stick thin fingers. I added about three to five sentences in a paragraph.

Her tone was authoritative, totally different from her usual courteousness. “I have,” I replied. All I wanted was to get out of the kitchen. “We will be making it,” she told me gently. “The ingredients are laid out on the table already. Plain flour, eggs, whole milk, melted butter, sugar, salt, and vanilla extract.” I nodded. “By the way, vanilla extract is optional. Which do you prefer? With vanilla or without vanilla?” she asked curiously. I was confused, “I don’t really know the difference in taste.”

“You have to get something. It’s the rules.” “What rules?” Adrian asked, looking genuinely baffled. “The fun rules,” Max said, as if it were obvious. Adrian sighed. “Fine. I’ll have...vanilla.” Max groaned dramatically. “Vanilla is boring. You should get something cool, like bubblegum.” “I’ll stick with vanilla,” Adrian said firmly. Max turned to me, exasperated. “He’s hopeless.” “I know,” I said with a grin. ---

I'm at a nearby gas station, sitting on the hood of my car, drinking. As I'm halfway through the first beer I'd bought, Sophie, the HotShot cheerleader I remembered ripping Jaylee's clothes at Amber's party, comes up to me. She is holding a little girl's hand, and they both have a cone of ice cream. Sophia is still in her cheerleading gear. She is licking a strawberry-flavored ice cream, and the little girl is blueberry, I guess.

Caramel's blush is furious, Chocolate's smirk is infuriating, Cream's gaze is calculating, Strawberry's frown just pisses me off- And Doctor- Her face is just perfect "You are welcome anytime you want Vanilla" Ah, shit. What have I gotten myself into?

It had a list of cakes and images next to them along with the name and description of each cake. “The two I’ve brought for us to sample first is a cheese vanilla cake with mixed berry compote and crushed raspberry cream and the second is a lemon-scented cake with classic cream cheese and lemom-zested cream,” Kristina says as she points from the white and red layered slice with a dark purple cream to the yellow and white layered slice.

“That’s blasphemy, I presume?” “It is!” She mixes the contents of the bowl with gentle, graceful movements. “What’s there to hate about vanilla? It’s peaceful and delicious and smells good.” “It's also boring.” Her head shoots up, and her chin trembles the slightest bit. When she speaks, her voice sounds clogged, as if she is about to cry. “You think vanilla is boring?” “Sometimes.” “But why? There are a lot of things you can add vanilla to, like shampoos and shower gels and essential oils and…and…all the cakes and milkshakes and ice cream.”

“I could’ve ordered for myself.” “Sure,” she says, her grin widening. “But you would’ve picked something boring, so I saved you the trouble.” Minutes later, her drinks arrive, each one as extravagant as her descriptions. The vanilla frappuccino is crowned with a mountain of whipped cream, caramel drizzle cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. The matcha frappuccino boasts a vibrant green hue, its whipped cream piled high and adorned with a web of chocolate drizzle. Beside them, my cold brew sits quietly, a splash of oat milk swirling in its depths—a minimalist contrast that feels almost laughable next to her sugary masterpieces.

"What can I get you today?" She hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Um, can you help me decide? I want something delicious!" The server chuckled. "Of course! Let's start with the basics. Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla?" She thought for a moment, tapping her chin with her tiny finger. "Hmm, I like chocolate, but vanilla is yummy too." The server nodded, "How about we combine the best of both worlds? A delicious mix of chocolate and creamy vanilla. Would you like to try that?"