Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Mga Nobela at Kwento

I repeated it to myself like a rule, like something written down and signed. I flipped a page I hadn't actually read and stared at the words until they stopped making sense. There was a slight disturbance in the sand, like someone approaching, but I heard two sets of footsteps. "We should set the umbrella over there," one of them said. I turned quickly to see who it was, my Coke nearly slipping from my hand. Vanessa stood there in a blue floral bikini with a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was pinned up, oversized sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. She looked effortless in the way she always did, like the sun arranged itself around her on purpose.

I had no desire to go over to her desk where she was making notes on some animal undergoing an operation. Vanessa finished up and walked over to the kitchenette to grab one of the beers. Not for the first time I envied her slim physique. Vanessa was beautiful without trying. Her dark chocolate skin was completely flawless, unlike my pale complexion that flushed red at the slightest temperature change. She kept her curly hair short, which allowed the stunning angles of her face to shine. Her large dark eyes looked disapprovingly at the cheap beer I’d bought. “I know you don’t splash out, but this is even crapper than the stuff you normally bring.” She made a face, but still took a large swig.

’ ‘Who—’ He glanced up, and the glee vanished. Vanessa stepped through the entrance, wearing an all-white suit that made her look like a ghost. Her blonde hair was scraped back, her skin pale enough to make an undertaker proud, and—because subtlety was never her strong suit—there was a bloodstained bandage wrapped around her left wrist. Well. That answered the question of whether my social media post had worked. ‘Christ,’ Cary muttered beside me. His entire body stiffened. ‘What the hell is she doing here?’

While Chloe went to get dressed too, ivory admired herself in the mirror. She was clad in a sky blue gown which had slits at both sides of the hips that stopped at the waists and blue pants which is visible. Her eye was now blue, ivory noticed her skin was a little bit paler and her ash hair was now silver. Chloe interrupted her internal debate about her body, Chloe too was going ‘cause she was her personal maid. They both exited her room and went to the dining area. Ivory greeted her dad then sat beside Ivan; they prayed then started to eat. Ivory noticed a lady sitting opposite her, she didn’t really ponder on it until duke hemming introduced her.

"And that blend? It’s lavender for the nerves, vetiver for the wolf, and a pinch of bergamot to keep the senses sharp. I’m glad it helped her." Sebastian’s thumb froze mid-scroll on his tablet. For once, his "King of the Ice" mask slipped. He clearly wasn’t prepared for me to ignore him and chat casually with his Beta. "Seriously?" Theo grinned. "She’s been calling it her ‘Moonlight Dust’!" I pulled up a note on my phone. "Here’s the blend. Willow Brook Lane has a shop called Noir Essence. They’ll mix it fresh for her." Theo beamed, thanking me profusely.

Joel croaked. “Think of this as judgement day,” Vanessa said from the shadows. I sat shirtless in the armchair facing the bed, legs spread. “You know,” I said calmly, “I always trusted you both so much. But I think it’s time for your own taste of medicine.” Chloe cooed. “Alex, baby…what’s this?” “Shhh. Enjoy.” Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers.

She knew her life hung by a thread. Elena ignored her rival’s silent fury, her focus entirely fixed on the glass beaker resting over the blue flame. She carefully measured out a precise drop of the clear Moonlit Orchid extract she had kept chilled in a sub-zero container. The moment the liquid hit the boiling, dark purple base formula, the mixture reacted violently. A sharp, loud hiss filled the tent, and a plume of thick, sweet-scented vapor drifted toward the canvas ceiling. "Is it supposed to turn that color?" Tanya gasped, leaning forward as the dark purple fluid rapidly shifted, clarifying into a brilliant, crystal-clear azure blue.

Myla Vanilla, but not the essence Mom used when she baked those chocolate chip cookies I liked. It was sharp, fresh, like the long strings of vanilla beans sometimes sold in the market. I sniffed. There was something else with it, floral, like the heavy scent of the magnolia trees when they were full of mature blooms that had been soaked with rain. I blinked into the yellow light, sniffing deeply again, then went rigid as I realized what was happening. I felt electric, my chest tightening with sudden anticipation. This was it. This is what I had been waiting for; it had to be! My mate was near. Very near.

“That is blasphemy, I presume?” “It is!” She mixes what’s in the bowl with gentle, graceful movements. “What’s there to hate about vanilla? It is peaceful and delicious and smells good.” “It is also boring.” Her head shoots up and her chin trembles the slightest bit. When she speaks, her voice sounds clogged like when someone 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.”

The whole room now smelled like vanilla and I was pretty sure she’d love it. By the time Blair walked back in, the wine was open, the bath was full, and I was already inside. When she joined me, I poured her a glass and watched the way she tipped her head back to take a sip. Her dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her face. Blair never had to try, she was just effortlessly beautiful. “Aww, that was harsh,” she said, wincing a little. I laughed. The wine wasn’t even that strong, definitely under thirty percent alcohol, but she made it sound like it was fire.