Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Novels & Stories

The faint scent of sweet peas lingered in the air from the diffuser on the nightstand, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla shampoo from Savia and Serenity's braiding session. Lilith sprawled on her stomach on the other end of the bed, her dyed pink hair spilling over her shoulders as she kicked her legs lazily in the air. Her electric blue eyes gleamed with mischief as she rambled on and on about her latest escapade in the digital world.

“I know that the Blood Moon representative will be here for his and the Silver Moons.” I silently breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe that means it’ll be his right hand and not Blake himself, I thought to myself as I followed her lead as she taught me the way to make the tinctures. Her name was Beverly, and she was lovely. “Freya? Could you be a dear and get me more vials?” Beverly asked and I smiled at her before going over to the cabinets to fetch her some. The scientists had worked their magic on this new flu variant, and all nurses were on deck to help the scientists and nurses get the tinctures and inoculations made to get rid of it.

If he had his way, he'd never see him again. He walked to the bathroom and filled the rose-designed tub with warm water, mixing in a luxurious blend of rosemilk bath powder, honey, jasmine, and vanilla extract. Using his nature magic, he scattered rose petals across the surface, their delicate pink hues floating gently. As he sank into the bath, the soothing aroma enveloped him—a heady mix of sweet vanilla, floral jasmine, and a hint of honey that mingled with the subtle scent of the roses.

The pupils are blown wide, completely swallowing the iris. “Vanilla,” he whispers, his rough voice dragging over my nerves like sandpaper. “And freesia. And… you.” He lowers the bra, dangling it casually from one finger. “You smell like sin, Anella.”

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.

It was Adeline's friends. Vanessa was standing there waiting in an orange gown, with her blonde hair sleek with gel and a sharp sly smile on her red lips. Beside her was Clara, who was wearing a soft burgundy dress with her dark luscious curls resting over her shoulders. I straightened and placed a slice of champagne-infused almond cake on my plate. Blair had let me taste hers earlier and I loved it. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Clara said softly, but her eyes were cold and venomous.

Beatrice shifted her gaze to Vanessa who was giving her an irked and irritated look as she moved closer to Ben. 'I never knew she use glasses," Beatrice thought after scanning her dress, she was putting on a peach blouse with white trimmings on the color and nude pant trousers which complements her milky skin. Her short blonde hair was packed in a ponytail, and small silver dot earrings with a thin silvery necklace matched her transparent heels. 'She looks nice,' Beatrice thought still staring at her before noticing Vanessa was giving her a weird look with one of her brows raised questioningly at her.

I said, my focus on the paper, my mind still tangled in her. The door creaked open, heels clicking on the hardwood, a heavy floral perfume hitting me like a wave, suffocating and familiar. My head jerked up, my breath catching as Vanessa sauntered in, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her red dress clinging to every curve, her lips curved in a predatory smile.

This female is dangerous and I’m seriously debating just ending the threat here and now. “Aye and these ones are full.” James jumps from the van and steps up beside me so I can see the few vials in his hands. The liquid inside is amber and looks thicker than water; the vials themselves aren’t that big and the other female had a bunch of empty ones in her van. I don’t say anything as I take one of the vials and pop off the corked top with my thumb, lifting it to my nose. I’m trying to sort out all of the scents inside of the vial, but there are too many for me to sort. None of them smell like drugs, though; it actually smells herbal, which doesn’t make sense because the blonde in my basement

“My dad loves vanilla.” Cassie manages to face forward again. “S.. sure.” Trying to hide Mathias’s effect on her body, she takes a deep breath. “Okay.” Avra seems happy after her permission. “Um, there must be vanilla powder in that drawer. I saw Miss Jones use it when baking a cake-” “No, no. Not the powder.” Cassie cuts in with surprise. “We need vanilla sticks.” “Oh, okay. They are black, right?” Avra doesn’t even realize how awkward what she just said about vanilla powder is. “Mom puts them into her water every morning.”