Vanilla Novels & Stories

I couldn’t say no to them. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. “ And you, Cay?” I asked. “ I like vanilla,” he said. “ Just vanilla?” “ Yes,” he replied. “ He’s boring,” His sister said. I looked back at my kids. Seumo smiled through the mirror. They looked like giant babies trapped in their car seats. “ Vanilla is my favorite flavor too,” I said. Cayden gave me a boyish grin, and my little princess scowled. “ Just so boring,”

“I’ll… wait for you here.” Zavian hummed. “One last question—what’s your favorite flavor?” Emmeline blinked, a little dazed. “What?” He chuckled with amusement. “Ice cream, darling. You know, the stuff dreams are made of.” Emmeline blushed even more. “Vanilla.” her shyness making her voice barely audible. “Vanilla,” Zavian echoed, placing his hand on her cheek. Then he rose from the tub, water droplets cascading down his sculpted body and into the basin below with a rhythmic pitter-patter.

“Fine. I will take a look.” His lips broke into a smile as he nodded. She stepped forward and pulled four cups from the basket she held, setting the spoons on them. My gaze wouldn’t leave them for a while as I took in details of the branding. The cherry-topped one didn't taste bad but it wasn't my taste. The other had a strong stench of alcohol in it. “Not family friendly.” I announced. Finally I narrowed it down to Vanilla, and Tropical mango. “These two should do for now. If it doesn't sell then we cut them off.”

I took the chocolate coffee flavor with some colorful sprinkles and Zach took the vanilla. "The outstanding Zack Holmes taking vanilla ice cream? that's actually really unexpected and boring. I was thinking more of something like mint cocoa oh no my bad I mean mint coffee vanilla, something refreshing bittersweet!" "It exactly because of thoughts like yours that I take vanilla. contrarily to what some people may think or what you think, I prefer simple flavors because there are authentic and they are undeniably perfect instead of trying to add up or subtract some ta

“It’s the first time I’ve had something this fresh. Blueberry, cherry, and kind of like black tea… but there’s something else.” There was a flavor, very faint. So faint you could almost miss it. But once you noticed it, it was there the whole time, making the wine softer, more complete. I frowned, unable to name it. Julian tilted his head slightly. As he took the glass, his fingers brushed mine. It felt like a tiny electric shock. I pressed my lips together, quickly looking away, pretending I hadn’t noticed anything. “Vanilla,” he said calmly. I paused for a second. So that was it. No wonder it was so subtle.

I must have heard him wrong because there was no way he had just said what I thought he said. "What do you mean vanilla flavoured tequila?" "The. Tequila. Is. Vanilla. Flavoured." He spelled it out slow and deliberate and he held up his glass like he was presenting evidence in a courtroom. His pink hair was catching the light and his grin was too wide. I wanted to kill him and I wanted to kill whoever had decided to make vanilla flavored tequila and put it in this bar on this night when I was already losing my grip on reality. He took a sip and he did not stop grinning. He was enjoying this.

“Vanilla sponge with strawberry and mascarpone filling.” He shook his head. “No.” I looked at him. “What's wrong with that?” “Nothing. I just don't want the entire cake to be that.” “Why?” “Because I want chocolate.” I sighed. “Of course you do.” “Chocolate is a classic.” “So is vanilla.” “Vanilla is safe.” “Chocolate is predictable.” “That's rich coming from someone who just chose vanilla.” I glared at him. He smiled. I turned to the planner. “What other combinations do you have?”

No one ever could. Mark was vanilla ice cream, and there's nothing wrong with vanilla. In fact, sometimes vanilla is essential - like with apple pie. But I wanted strawberry and lemon gelato, in a sugar waffle cone, with a candied lemon slice stuck into the scoop. I wanted what I wanted - my favourite. But all I had was vanilla.

Vanilla held her weapon tightly with a smile, she looked at Peirce, “About the Lotus in the mud, you were cool because you didn’t give up.” She said, Peirce looked at her in amazement, the same person that greeted him knew about the given name of the flowers he planted, “your inventions are great also, see... ” she said as she straightened her slingshot, Peirce widened his eyes, “Isn’t that... " He whispered, Vanilla laughed, gently “Yeah, your design, I named it slingshot.” She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction,

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't know Suzie's true feelings.