Unscramble Vanilla Novels & Stories

She keeps looking at me but eventually looks away, licking her lower lips "When you move into the Manor, your name is changed to signify like a new birth or something. Strawberry is the redhead. Cream is Snow White. Caramel is the shy cute one and Chocolate is the one who— well, you know, in the gym" "And you're Vanilla?" "Oh good, you're getting the hang of it" "No" I blurt out "I don't understand anything, I just heard them call you that. Is this real? Or are we being filmed right now?" She looks super lost "Filmed?" I stop walking and fold my arms "Am I supposed to believe you all just call yourself Flavours?" She nods "That's basically what I just said" "Vanessa!" "I'm serious! Look, I j

The teen saluted comedically with her fingers as a response. Even though that might've been a small white lie, Scarlett didn't know she was endangering herself and everyone around her. In honesty, she's only had that mysterious vanilla fetish - none about blood - and which always seemed to disappear after it came. Maybe it was her Half-Vamp side that had a random craving for it? Maybe she 'should' tell her uncle. But something in her told her that she can't. And for some unexplained reason, Scarlett felt restrained from telling Uncle Joshua about the vanilla smell, even if she wanted to. So she just decided to keep that topic to herself.

He snapped a finger and the snake became leaves, pouring all over them. Violet sighed in disappointment towards herself and stared at her face, unmoving. “I..” “I..” They said at the same time simultaneously. Violet cleared her throat, “You first.” Poison strecthed his hand in front of her and a letter appeared. Violet stared at him confusedly and he gestured for her to read the letter. Carefully, she peeled it off his palm, hoping she didn't mistakenly turned the paper into a cow this time. She grimaced as the held the paper in her hand, waiting for something weird to happen. But nothing.. so she smiled and read the content out loud.

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 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.

If I may ask you something, what genres are contrast, Your Highness? ‘vanilla and NTR. Vanilla is a genre that depicts conventional intercourse, where a couple having normal intercourse with affection to each other.” Alfi explained. ”While NTR, which is a short of Netorare which means cheated on is the opposite of Vanilla. This genre is about a tragic story about a couple's relationship is broken for one of them is having sex with another guy. Typical sad story.”

It was embarrassing how much I craved him. The drive home was a blur of impatient red lights and me humming under my breath just to keep from losing my mind. The second I got through my door, I stripped and went straight for the shower. Vanilla. That’s my thing. I layered it until it clung to my skin like a secret—vanilla body wash, vanilla lotion, a hint of something citrusy from that new vitamin C scrub I bought. It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved.

Alex Vanilla is one of my favorite scents, and the moment the mystery woman entered my gym, i had known about it. She stood just a little behind Liz. She was rather small for a wolf, but she was there. My own wolf inside me gave a little growl of approval.

Vanilla's father died when she was fifteen years old and Xaviera chose not to remarry until now even though Vanilla doesn't mind at all if she has a stepfather. Xaviera is a strong woman, since her husband died she raised Vanilla with her own hard work from the cake shop she started from zero until now it has become one of the biggest bakeries in Barcelona. Vanila Bakery has ten branches spread across various strategic locations in Barcelona. Vanilla wants to be like her mother, to be a strong woman who doesn't depend on anyone and only has one love in her life.

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.