Unscramble V A N I L L A Novels & Stories

They said in unison. "Cara," I said, hoping to God her answer wasn't what I was dreading. "Is Vaniglia Italia?, What does it mean?." Violet rolled her eyes. "It not pronounced Va - nig - lia, It's pronounced Vani - i - lia". "What does it mean?" I whispered, feeling my heart break. Danielle and Cara looked at me, finally getting it. "I'm gonna fucking kill that piece of shit" Cara exploded. No, I need to hear it. "What does it mean." I said firmly.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Violet began to synthesize the words that Marys spoke and she looked at Marys and Aiyana who nodded like they understood what her facial expressions meant. “The bond you speak of. It is the bond between Scarlet and I, isn’t it?” They nodded in agreement. “And this room, it belongs to her, isn’t it?” She added and they nodded again. Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the door once again.

Genevieve mimicked the man, scrunching her nose playfully. The man simply shook his head with a broad smile, a word of his own falling from his lips. "Bahth," He watched the girl's smile grow, a playful grin against her lips before he spoke again. "You sound like a sheep with a misplaced lisp when you say bath," The girl instantly dropped her hand from his, placing a weak hit against his chest, eyes narrowed to a smile, the paper of her skin beneath freckles coated by an innocent, light pink. "It's not my fault you don't know how to pronounce a's,"

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.

I say the silly thought out loud and Nancy rolls her eyes at me, reminding me that it is just that, a consideration but never the truth. She tells me that vanilla ice cream only softly indulges, it doesn't rip lace from your body and tell you how much of a dirty little slut you are. I almost choke on a piece of a strawberry mid-laugh. "So, Eve," Nancy pats her mouth with the dining cloth. "New Year's is coming up," I acknowledge her with a nod whilst taking a sip of wine. "I, with the help of Nico over here, throw an annual quote unquote..party on the eve," her sweet, hellish smirk shapes her lips again. "Does that sound like something you'd be interested in attending?"

I'd stay there forever if I had the chance. "Do you see it?" He whispers near my ear. I wasn't even paying attention to the view before he asked me. But when he did and I looked up I couldn't help but gasp. The whole sky was lit with a pink glow, purple mixed in with it and a little babyblue too. I've never seen it like this before, but it was absolutely beautiful. "Wow... I've never seen it like this before."

As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla" Even though it's a low whisper, it's audible enough but Coco says "You have to be louder, Mel" He bites hard on his lips, his mitten clad hands clapping softly as he repeats the word "Vanilla" My heart does another flip, and I look around the boys, but no one seems a bit jealous. In fact, they looked like they expected nothing less. "Good!" Coco says "Now, you gotta pick who else has to play" He doesn't look up "C-Cream"

Violet said, “I am someone important after all, it'd be inappropriate to bother me with such trivialities. By the way, Uak said that I did embarrassing things after I drunk wine, care to explain more on that?” Alaric eyes widened, he was doomed. Why would Uak mention such a thing to Violet? Wait.. if Violet about it, did it mean she did not remember what she did after getting drunk the previous night? Then.. that was an easy thing to fix. “Purple head—” “—Call me your highness or your grace or my goddess.” Violet interupted. Alaric was a bit stunned, she didn't mind being called purple head before. “Well.. your highness,”