Pure Vanilla X Dark Cacao Novels & Stories

She glanced down at the bottle once more, just with disappointment as she noted she had only finished half. She came to another halt in her tracks as she held her breath, hoping to dilute the godly awful taste as she gulped as much as she could- resisting a splutter that rose in her throat at the taste. She had diluted the earlier and worse tasting beverage with the likeliness of coca-cola, the glass weighing less and less in her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut and-

The asshole, first time I take him serious, I have to strip "No" He pouts "That's boring" "No one was asking you" Ber says, the spoon already in his hand "There are reasons why no one listens to Coco, Brat" I don't say anything to him, cause he's obviously right, Chocolate is a high maintenance risk, if that's a thing before I drink it. Hot liquid burns in my throat, causing me to cough, hard. Caramel's rubbing my back as I look at Coco. There are tears in my eyes as he says "Ah well, Vanilla isn't good with wine"

“Come in before I start chewing through wires.” She entered and set the tray down on the low table beside my desk. On it were four small pieces of chocolate, neatly labeled with mini flags stuck in each square. “I know it’s technically Friday, but I couldn’t wait. New blend. Maybe a new flagship product, if it passes your grumpy standards.” I reached for the first one—labeled “C3.” I bit into it slowly. Let the flavor unfold. Rich Tanzanian cocoa, mid-notes of elderflower, just a trace of almond to deepen the finish.

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

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.

He returned to the fridge, pulling out a container and when he opened the lid it was full of dark chocolate pudding. I stared at him genuinely surprised that this angry man had a sweet tooth— of course he choice of coffee was a dead give away but still. "You eat chocolate pudding? At midnight?" And he just glanced at me.. "The cocoa percentage is eighty-seven. It's not 'pudding.' It's a controlled delivery system for flavonoids and magnesium, which aid cognitive function." I just raised my eyebrow at him watching him lie to himself and I couldn’t help it. I let out a hearty laugh.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

“Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra foam, extra caramel drizzle, extra salt with a scoop of vanilla bean powder and light ice well stirred.” I stared at her with my jaw ajar and I'm sure Adrian had the same expression on his face. She sighed and said “Look I know it's a mouth full,but I can assure you're going it's really good. Just give it a try.” I picked up the cup holding the coff

Her scent was actually quite contrary to the way she looked. She had a voluptuous body with caramel skin, curly hair with a part on the side, full lips with red lipstick, and beautiful eyes with a button nose. She smelt like vanilla and flamboyancy. "A famous drink enjoyed by Kim K a mother of two who settled down since her days of running with Paris Hilton but when she kicks back she enjoys a White Russian. A drink composed of a delicate yet stern mix of Vodka, Coffee liqueur, and a few touches of fresh cream." Tony said as he mixed it and presented it to her. She had a surprised smile.

I wanted to give that back. I detoured to the kitchens first, waving off the startled staff with a single look. No one questioned the Alpha Devil when he walked in and started pulling out flour, sugar, chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, dried berries—whatever I could find.I didn’t know what she liked best. So I made five kinds. Dark chocolate chunk with sea salt. Cinnamon oatmeal with raisins. Classic sugar with a soft center. White chocolate and cranberry. And peanut butter—because the scent reminded me of something warm and simple.