Vanilla Novels & Stories

“I don't take vanilla anymore.” “What?!” Jane's eyes widened. “Why? I mean you used to love it so much when you were little! What changed?” Her eyes darkened. “Was it your wife… perhaps… that told you to stop taking vanilla because maybe she's allergic to it or something?” “Oh no!” Blaire responded sharply. Picking up a vanilla biscuit, she smiled serenely as she said, “I love vanilla.” Then she bit into it and chewed down on it.

"What do they want?" Kael hesitated, his gaze flicking toward the door, as though checking to make sure no one was listening. "They want the power of the Healer of the Eclipse. You." Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat. "What do they need with me?" Kael’s eyes darkened. "To control you. To use your bloodline for their own ends. You’re not just a healer, Vanessa. You’re the key to something ancient. And they’ll stop at nothing to unlock it."

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

Tess leaned against my dresser, looking satisfied. "Okay, final question before we leave," she said, her tone shifting to serious. "Strawberry, vanilla, or chocolate?" I blinked. "What?" "Flavor. What’s your favorite?" "Vanilla. Obviously. Why?" She clapped her hands together. "I knew it! I told Maeve you were a vanilla girl. She bet on strawberry." She rummaged in her oversized purse and pulled out a small box wrapped in simple silver gift paper. "Here. For you."

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.”

he explained, hoping to clarify things but my head was still blank. None of what he said made sense. "Vanilla sex? What do you mean by that?" I asked, folding my hands below my breast. Thanks to his confusing words, I wasn't horny anymore. "What do you know about Vanilla sex?" he inquired. Why was he answering my question with a question? "I know that vanilla is…a flavour…and sex is… intercourse…" I bored my confused eyes into his. Anger rose up in my chest when he chuckled. "I only have vanilla sex with someone I'm in love with, like…" His jaws clenched painfully a

I answered. She smelled like black vanilla with hints of pear and gardenia. It was warm, sweet, and breathtaking. The way she looked and carried herself was both enrapting and intoxicating. Her glass touched my lips, and my eyes closed as my head tilted back. I could barely breathe as my body began to ripple, the anticipation of what would follow. The contents flooded my mouth before rushing down my throat and slightly overflowing down my right cheek. The drop gliding slowly down was stopped by a warm hand. My head lowered, and my eyes opened upon her heavy-lidded gaze. What was going on? What is this feeling? Most of all, who is she?

He pressed. “Yes.” She finally answered. “What else do they carry?” “Vanilla and warm honey.” “Interesting.” Malachi said as if he had figured it out. In his memory, only one person had such a scent. “Who?”

I said. “V‌an​illa,”‌ Dan⁠i‌​el sa​id at th‌e same ti‌me⁠. ‌We looked at each other. “C⁠hocolate,” I repeated. “Vanilla,‍” h​e insis⁠te​d. ​ Sop‍​hi‍e wrote b‍o‌t​h. “‍We’ll have‍ t⁠wo‌ ca​kes.”

The same one he called me repeatedly the night we decided to… to make me his. But I was never his. I looked up at him just to see a little blunt from the side of his eyes. Was he doing this on purpose? God, this was excruciating. I picked up another fork and tried the next sample—red velvet. "We should probably choose soon. The wedding is in four days." "I'm aware." The coldness in his voice made me flinch. "Malachi—" "The vanilla," he said abruptly, cutting me off. "We'll go with the vanilla. It's classic. Appropriate for what this is."