Evil Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

Gracko scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. Gracko's voice dripped with malevolence, his words hanging in the air like a malignant promise. "You are mistaken. I haven't even started punishing you. When I do, you won't even have the strength to ask for forgiveness." His eyes seemed to gleam with an unholy light, his chiseled features twisted into an evil smile that sent shivers down Vanessa's spine.

She nodded once, a sharp, silent signal of mother-to-daughter understanding and ushered the sous-chefs out. I turned to the pantry. I didn't know how to bake. Isabella hadn't been a housewife; she’d been a socialite. Valencia was a corporate shark. But I had Jax. "Jax, I need a recipe. Something chocolate. Something that smells like home and looks like a bribe." "V, I'm a hacker, not Martha Stewart. Fine... searching... okay. Ultimate Revenge Chocolate Chip Cookies. High sugar, high butter, low room for error. I’m projecting the ingredients onto your contact lens now."

“C’mon, Vanilla Boy.” “Do not fucking call me that, you moron.” “Can’t promise anything.” The warmth from inside hit me instantly, the scent of sugar and milk thick in the air. The place buzzed softly with chatter and pop music from the speakers. We went straight to the counter. He ordered first, salted caramel with M&M’s and strawberry syrup… um… weird. I ordered my banana-vanilla masterpiece. Before I could take out my wallet, he handed the cashier his card.

My jaw dropped seeing he didn't look like he would give up any second soon. My stomach started to protest more, it was getting hard for me to ignore my hunger. I haven't had a proper meal all day thanks to him. He scooped some vanilla cake and brought it to my mouth with the intention of tempting me. He knew my weakness was Vanilla cake. "This cake tastes very good but you have no intention of eating it." He shook his head, dissatisfied, and ate the cake. I could swear my eyes caught him smiling.

I asked him. "Vanilla. Yours?" "Anything except strawberry and vanilla. Those are bland flavours." "Don't you dare speak ill against vanilla." He threatened. "I shall!" "Then pizza is aweful- ouch I can't even say that as a revenge." Blake tried to comeback but couldn't. "Ha! See I was right. Vanilla ice cream is bland." "So is your humour, but you don't see me complaining, do you?" I gasped at this. "Excuse me? I-"

“I’ll… wait for you here.” Zavian hummed. “One last question—what’s your favorite flavor?” Emmeline blinked, a little dazed. “What?” He chuckled with amusement. “Ice cream, darling. You know, the stuff dreams are made of.” Emmeline blushed even more. “Vanilla.” her shyness making her voice barely audible. “Vanilla,” Zavian echoed, placing his hand on her cheek. Then he rose from the tub, water droplets cascading down his sculpted body and into the basin below with a rhythmic pitter-patter.

They stop at an ice cream parlor when an old man serves them ice cream. "I'm plain as vanilla, sir." Says Cassandra as she wanted to pay for her own. But Zayn completely rejects her and offers the man a sum for both their ice creams. He looks down at her and says his order, "And a flamboyant cheesecake cookie cream for me, please." The girl almost laughs at his description of the flavor. Indeed, it looked just as though their flavors represented them well. Vanilla scented, warm and cozy like a freshly printed book. Or rather even an old one which was comforting. That was Cassandra's personality.

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.

I know this won't be easy but I do need a break. "she will be a great queen ",I hear Lucian say eating a cookie. I sat up this bitch had cookies. "I know she will and her mates will be great kings. Where did you get those cookies?",I glare at him. He smirks. "from Evelyn she is awesome ",I jump up and snatch a few. "greedy ass. I love cookies",I'm a junk food junkie.

The teen saluted comedically with her fingers as a response. Even though that might've been a small white lie, Scarlett didn't know she was endangering herself and everyone around her. In honesty, she's only had that mysterious vanilla fetish - none about blood - and which always seemed to disappear after it came. Maybe it was her Half-Vamp side that had a random craving for it? Maybe she 'should' tell her uncle. But something in her told her that she can't. And for some unexplained reason, Scarlett felt restrained from telling Uncle Joshua about the vanilla smell, even if she wanted to. So she just decided to keep that topic to herself.