Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Novels & Stories

she said and placed a kiss on his forehead and walked away. Still wrapped up in his blanket June opened the envelope and a soft smile appeared his lips. "Don't miss me too much, pup. I am getting hiccups and you will never run out of mango milk again as long as I am here. —love S.J" June looked out of his bedroom window to the front door and saw his dad carrying boxes of mango milk inside the house. "What a dork," June said and got ready for the day. *** The vampire in his hand turned into dust the moment he ripped out the heart from it's chest.

She poured three tablespoons of full cream milk into a cup, adding a little bit of her favorite vanilla flavoring to add a delicious aroma, hoping to make her feel much better after inhaling the aroma of the drink she made. Amelie stirred the milk that had just been poured with hot water; the aroma of milk mixed with the fragrant vanilla flavor came out instantly. Amelie took a few sips, then pressed her palm against the surface of the ceramic cup, which felt warm from the temperature of the liquid inside. Her hazel eyes gazed longingly at the cup at her fingertips. The woman let out a tired sigh for who knows how many times that day. Marie, who had just come out of the toilet, raised an eye

Before the silence can even get the chance to turn awkward, Zen pulls something from the pocket of his jacket, holding it in front of my face. “What is this?” I take the glass bottle from him, swirling the brown fluid inside Zen casts the door a glance, before turning his attention to me again “The purest quality vanilla extract.” I raise my brows at him “And you’re giving it to me because…?” Zen wanders to the chairs the doctor and I were sitting into, and pulls one out, giving me an expectant glance. Seriously, what with him and wanting to get comfortable everywhere? Regardless, I go ahead and take a seat. He settles on the armrest instead of the other chair, making me jump a little.

I couldn’t say no to them. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. “ And you, Cay?” I asked. “ I like vanilla,” he said. “ Just vanilla?” “ Yes,” he replied. “ He’s boring,” His sister said. I looked back at my kids. Seumo smiled through the mirror. They looked like giant babies trapped in their car seats. “ Vanilla is my favorite flavor too,” I said. Cayden gave me a boyish grin, and my little princess scowled. “ Just so boring,”

**Vanessa's POV** I surveyed the hall; the decorations were falling into place just as I'd envisioned. We were halfway through the setup. As I stepped into the room, the soft glow accentuated the hazel depths of my eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and quiet confidence. Cascading curls framed my face, an intricate dance of chestnut waves that whispered tales of their own. Freckles, scattered like stardust, adorned my skin, each one a unique constellation tracing a map of experiences. With a smile that held hints of both mischief and humor.

Anthony smiles, his hand moving down to my waist, "You are exceptionally beautiful, Violet Daniels." A lump forms in my throat and I try to search his face for any hint of deception. "Don't lie to me, please." I whisper. Anthony shakes his head, "As I've said, I don't give people false hope." The room seems to get smaller as I realize how close we are, his nose barely touching mine and his hand still on my waist, seeming to be so gentle. I swallow and look into his green eyes once more to find that he was staring right back at me with the same intensity. Anthony pulls me closer to him and bends his head down, his lips grazing my ear. I shudder in response and lick my lips as I try not to thi

I stood up and rushed to hug Violet in my hand, terrified that Marco's demonic ass would take his petty revenge on her. “I have something of mine with you.” His icy baritone reverberated in the small room. “She isn't…” “Lavender and a blend of coconut fragrance. Her scent is louder than your lie.” As if he owned the place, he pushed the door wide open and strolled in, hands dipped in his pocket. Evelyn staggered aside when his firm shoulder slightly pushed her out of his way. “Mio cioccolato bianco,” he smirked. “I'd love to grab your hair, but you're not in the right position.”

Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly burst open. A woman clad in an exquisite designer gown stormed in, her heels clicking against the floor. It was Lucille. Her face was twisted with rage as she shrieked, "Bitch, so it is you who has been seducing my husband!" I scowled at her and said, "I have no interest in your husband. I'm leaving!" "Who said you could leave?" she screamed hysterically. "I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!"

She clicks her tongue as she rubs her nape. Venus and Hyun Ah were busy making sandwiches for their team when Blanche arrived, wearing a plain white shirt tucked in faded denim jeans and a pair of white shoes. Her hair was styled in a half-messy bun and she wore polarized eyeglasses. Venus was stunned to speak seeing her wife's outfit, she raised an eyebrow the moment Blanche met her glance. Blanche winks and walks near her. "Good morning," she said as she gave a peck on Venus' forehead.

Vian’s gift for Irina turned out to be a bottle of white floral and honey perfume and everyone knew Irina’s signature scent was always related to white floral, there was also a luxury bronzer and a red lipstick in there which she added in just because a bronzed face with red lipstick, was one of her signature look. Meanwhile on Vian’s bag was a bottle of Vanilla floral perfume which she absolutely adored and a nude lipstick and eyeshadow palette because those two were also products to create her signature scent. Their laughed in surprise at their little experiment because it showed that the two of them actually understood each other perfectly.