Vanilla Novels & Stories

Even though she wanted to refuse, in fact, Shanum couldn't, especially when this woman who was slightly taller than Shanum pulled her hand, taking her to the café next to the hospital. It seems like a new café built. You can see from the equipment inside that looks like it looks new and smells of paint from outside the café. But when you enter the café, you immediately smell the air freshener with the aroma of vanilla. Following the name of this café, Vanilla Café.

Jade and Maria walked into the mall with Denzel right behind them. “Do you want one, Denzel?” Jade asked, selecting ice cream flavors. “I'm good, ma'am.” He simply replied. “What is your favorite flavor?” Jade asked again. “Um.” Denzel adjusted a little. “Vanilla.” “That's bullshit!” Jade looked at the flavors. “Who likes vanilla?” “I like vanilla too.” Maria said. Jade looked at her in disbelief. “You too? Shame.” She shook her head. “That's like the most plain flavor ever.”

It was only when he called out her old nickname that she realized for sure who he was. Vanilla. When they were in high school, they used to hang out with each other a lot. Sometimes they would even eat together during lunch. They would draw attention from the other students wherever they went, and nobody dared to bother them thanks to Michael’s thinly-veiled threats. She would always buy her favorite dessert without fail each day: ice cream. She wouldn’t eat any other flavor except for vanilla. Even though Michael tried a few times to get her to choose chocolate or strawberry, she stuck to her decision of

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I opened my mouth, he spoonfed me the ice cream, I opened my mouth again for a second spoon and a third one, halfway through I decided to ask who this guy is. "What's your name?" I ask him first, not that I'd know if he's an important person or not. "I'm Evander Violet, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says with a wide smile on his face, I had no idea who that guy is but since he's feeding me ice cream, I don't mind him. "Pleasure to eat ice cream with you" I answer him opening my mouth for another spoon, he chuckled and gave me what I wanted.

Anda hugged her happily " Madam De Costa, we are ready for the tasting"someone approached them. " Let's go"Anda stood up quickly and felt dizzy falling back on the cushion. " I know you are excited for the date but you really need to be careful"April rolled her eyes as they walked into the Showroom. "Oh,I love this colour" Anda rushed to one of the show glasses. "Can you we have a taste?" April asked. "Of course"The sales person smiled. "Mmmm..it's sweet,Vanilla flavour" April said.

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"

I asked, coming to stand before where she was looking into the bowl as the the moon was the only light in the room, casting the windowpane reflection across the room as it painted out our Shadow. “Chocolate and Vanilla.” I said it like the options were really out of place and I might just as well settle with anything. She tilted the bowl to me as I had a few scoops from her bowl. I enjoyed every bit of it— For that moment I admitted the vanilla tasted better. My phone buzzed. I turned the phone to her side and showed who was calling…

she said between bites, “Vanilla is underrated.” Aaron glanced at her, unsure how to respond. Mera wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s like, everyone thinks it’s boring, but it’s kind of classic. Like a blank page. You can do anything with it.” He blinked. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his mouth twitched. A tiny, reluctant smile. My chest tightened. That was the first one. No cameras, no witnesses. Just us. A real smile. I didn’t say anything. I just let it be.

“I replaced the rare Madagascar vanilla with tonka bean. It’s warmer, a little more bitter, but I can balance it out with something softer. It'll align well with what I have in mind." Anita raised her brows. “That’s risky. But it could work if you can perfect the balance.” “I don’t have another choice.” Natalie dipped a glass dropper and let two drops fall into the beaker. The liquid swirled, releasing a faint aroma of spice and smoke. She closed her eyes, inhaling. Something stirred in her chest—an odd sense of familiarity, as if this scent had once been part of her past, tied to a memory she couldn’t quite grasp.

“Oh, well in that case, I guess you’re right.” “Of course I’m right,” I said, licking a pink drop off the spoon. “So? What’s your favorite flavor, since you’re clearly an expert?” “Vanilla,” he said without hesitation. My jaw nearly dropped to the table. I blinked at him. “Vanilla? Out of all the flavors in the world, you picked the edible equivalent of plain bread?” He just grinned. “Classic. Reliable. Doesn’t taste like cough syrup.” I gasped again, clutching the tub to my chest like it was a wounded pet. “You’re beyond saving.”