Vanilla Novels & Stories

Any part of my life, really. “Oh good, because everyone knows he’s a player who can’t ever stick to one person. Its just Caleb for you.” A guy with blonde highlights on his hair walked by our table and instantly reminded me of Levi. I also needed to talk to him to thank him about yesterday. “So what’s up with Levi? He doesn’t talk much?” “No, he just needs time to warm up to people. He has a very hard time trusting people and sincerely, I don’t blame him.” Veronica says.

I said and brought my chosen flavor to the counter. I chose vanilla because I know it smells good. Some of the guys around our street are using vape and one time I smelled their smoke and I asked them why it is smell like that, then they answered me that they are using flavors, particularly, they love the vanilla flavor, and I also like the smell of it. So, I'm sure that candle is just like that, too. "Thank you," I said when I received what I bought. It was already wrapped and I didn’t open it again until we got back in the car.

I asked and she shrugged her shoulder and smiled "yeah" She wrinkled her nose up at me and I got a glimpse of her age in her cute activity . Too young for what's coming towards her.! Our eyes met and I could tell she didn't get what vanilla I spoke about. Naive! Too naive! “Vanilla when there are so many varieties available?” I spoke and looked at her intensely and drummed my fingertips on the counter. The way her eyes bored into mine and lips dried and cheeks reddened , guess she realized the vanilla I spoke of so I smiled and added

She took out a small cup and asked him, “Do you want me to place two scoops of vanilla and top it with the remaining mango?” “That won’t be a weird mix, is it?” “It shouldn’t be. Vanilla’s quite universal and goes well with most flavors.” “Do that, then.” “Anything else?” He squinted. Would she want company as she enjoys her ice cream? Or would she want an extra cup? “Give me another cup of vanilla.” “Cool. Toppings?”

“I’ll take some.” “Good.” They moved forward, and Kellan turned to the seller. “He’ll have vanilla,” Kellan said confidently. Arden looked at him with surprise. “How did you know?” Kellan shrugged. “You seem like a vanilla person.” “Is that supposed to be an insult?” Arden teased. “Not at all,” Kellan said, smiling as he paid for the icecream. “Vanilla’s classic, Just like you.” Arden chuckled as he looked away quickly, pretending to study the toppings counter. “You’re impossible.”

“It’s kind of sweet, but strong. Really strong.” We all sniff the air to confirm. The coffee in my scent is still as light as ever but currently tinged a little bitter, probably due to my distress. But the vanilla… oh, the vanilla…. It's rich, thick and heavy. Oh…….. The two girls stare at me, their own eyes wide now, realization slowly dawning. Wren’s hand goes to her mouth, and even Nika’s joking expression falters as she sees me blanch. “Oh, my goodness!” Nika gasps.

He ended up right outside the pack house, walking the perimeter, letting the pre-dawn air brush and cool his skin. And somehow, he had convinced himself that it was coincidence, that he hadn't planned this, he ended up standing just beneath one of the basement windows. It was hers. The lights were off. She was probably fast asleep. He should leave. This was borderline stalkerish behavior, completely inappropriate for the future Alpha. But his wolf held him in place. Just standing there, breathing in the faint traces of her scent that kept drifing through the partially opened window. Vanilla, jasmine and something floral and sweet with an underlying note of...

Present Day: Vane International Headquarters Julian slammed his office door so hard the glass partitions rattled. He leaned against the wood, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon. He reached for the crystal decanter on his desk, pouring a double scotch with a hand that, to his fury that wasn't entirely steady. As he lifted the glass, a scent caught him. Vanilla. Soft, sweet, and haunting. It was on his sleeve. It was lingering in the fabric of his suit from where she had begged him, clung to him, loved him.

Carefully so. “I think I shall,” she said, smiling. “And you?” she asked, turning to me. I considered briefly. “Something simple,” I said. “Vanilla, perhaps.” “Vanilla?” she repeated with mild surprise. “That seems rather plain." “It is familiar,” I said. “And that is preferable?” she asked. “Today,” I said quietly, “yes.” She studied me for a moment. Then nodded. “I understand that, I think.” When the ices were brought, there was a brief stillness.

21 ~~~~ Vanilla had been a fool, a starved fool who was ready to eat whatever was given to her even if it was rotten and infested with maggot. She curled up into the bathtub, hugging her knees to herself. “We are nothing anyways, I am his captive, he has the right to do whatever he wants.”