Cream X Vanilla Novels & Stories

I called, turning toward him. "Yes?" he answered. "Can we please have ice cream first?" I pleaded. "No more milkshakes?" he teased. "Of course I’m still getting my milkshake. I’m just suddenly craving ice cream now that we’re close to an ice cream shop." "Anything for you, Princess," he smirked. I muttered a soft thank you as he slowed the car and turned into the shop. "What flavour do you want?" he asked once we sat at a table. "Mint chocolate, my favourite," I said, smiling. "And vanilla too."

Kayden told the man selling it while I was standing beside him, giggling like a kid. "Which flavor would you like?" He questioned me as we found our way to a seat to sit down. "Chocolate!" I shouted and he gave it to me while he took the vanilla. We began to eat it and we found a bench by the corner that we sat down on. I stare at the vanilla with him, "I want to have a taste of the vanilla." He glanced at me and let me have it, "Hmm, yum yum!" I licked my lips, "Let's change." I didn't wait for his response, I just took the vanilla ice cream from him and gave him the chocolate. He chuckled and pinched my cheek slightly.

A few minutes later, he was able to speak. "Well now that we got the vanilla out of the way, we can move on to the good stuff." He laughs. "What's wrong with vanilla? Vanilla was fan-fucking-tastic!" Macie replies. "Baby nothing is wrong with vanilla. The other stuff just adds to it. Ramps it up, heats it up, makes it more enjoyable." Caiden replies. Macie turned towards him and put her hand on his chest and her chin on her hand. She looked at him.

But oh, Well having a company is better than being alone, no? They soon retired to bed after having their dinner which was Rice and Tomato Sauce and as expected it was very delicious. Adriana always feel happy whenever her cousin was around as she knew that her stomach will always be stuffed with delicious deserts. Adriana went into her room and after shutting her door. She walked towards her locker and used her fingerprint to unlock it and it soon opened. There she brought out her Apple MacBook pro latest version of the Apple laptop from it.

Carmen said excitedly. She grabbed her hand and took her inside the parlor. She chose strawberry flavor. “What do you want, Hazel?” She asked. She looked at her and Hazel was looking too confused. “The white one,” she said awkwardly. “The white you mean Vanilla?” She asked. She nodded. They took their cup towards the table. “Why did you call Vanilla the white one?” She asked curiously. “Because I have not eaten ice cream since age 6,” she said smiling. “What? Why?” Carmen was shocked.

Vanilla's father died when she was fifteen years old and Xaviera chose not to remarry until now even though Vanilla doesn't mind at all if she has a stepfather. Xaviera is a strong woman, since her husband died she raised Vanilla with her own hard work from the cake shop she started from zero until now it has become one of the biggest bakeries in Barcelona. Vanila Bakery has ten branches spread across various strategic locations in Barcelona. Vanilla wants to be like her mother, to be a strong woman who doesn't depend on anyone and only has one love in her life.

He says, guiding me to this adorable little café by the Riviera Where we sat and had the most incredible coffee, and I ordered the best coconut cream cJe I have ever Eaten In my life. I moan Licking my lips, “oh my God, Alessandro, You have to try this “ I hold the case to his lips, and he smiles, takes a bite, and moans in appreciation, sucking the cream off my fingers. “Doesn't it just melt on your tongue?” “Mm, it is very good, but I Prefer something else that melts on my tongue.” he drawls, biting his bottom lip while leaning across the table, staring deeply into my eyes.

She wouldn't stand for it. She let out a frustrated huff before facing hers. "Fine! Keep the ice cream all to yourself, then. But not the deets, mind you." She wagged another warning forefinger at me, sporting a pleading smile. Grinning back, I opened my ice cream and took an immediate dive with my spoon. I specifically requested a blend of chocolate and vanilla because I couldn't find it at home, and I had missed that blend. "Hmmm," I hummed, snapping my eyes closed as the ice cream came in contact with my tongue.

I replied and he chuckled. “You like boring flavours I see” He pointed out and I gasped dramatically. “I'll have you know that Vanilla isn't boring, it's the OG. No other ice cream can top it” I told him and he scoffed. “I beg to differ. Chocolate ice cream is the best” He argued and I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. Even chocolate ice cream needs a little bit of vanilla in it sometimes” I retorted and he chuckled. “You're very passionate about ice cream i see” He pointed out and I shrugged.

She took out a small cup and asked him, “Do you want me to place two scoops of vanilla and top it with the remaining mango?” “That won’t be a weird mix, is it?” “It shouldn’t be. Vanilla’s quite universal and goes well with most flavors.” “Do that, then.” “Anything else?” He squinted. Would she want company as she enjoys her ice cream? Or would she want an extra cup? “Give me another cup of vanilla.” “Cool. Toppings?”