Vanilla 소설 & 이야기

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

Bringing my head back up from her core, I wiped my lips on the back of my hand. "Tastes like vanilla!" I said, licking the remaining drops on my lips. You have no idea of my late obsession with vanilla. Firstly, because vanilla is her favorite flavor and now it is mine too. And secondly, she literally tastes like vanilla. I gave her a sexy grin, tossing the bottle of whipped cream away, not before lathering her boobs in it. Trailing my lips from her stomach to her chest, I bit her nipple as I reached it. Her hands instantly found their way into my hair, clutching an

Author's POV "Chocolate or vanilla? " Asked Sam, grabbing two mini stoneware plates from the utensils rack. " Vanilla " Jenny replied quickly. " Sadly you're not asking about condom flavours so yeah, I would have to go with Chocolate," said Maya keeping a stern face while she was watching the F.R.I.E.N.D.S series on N*****x with Jenny. Sam shook his head playfully as he opened the freezer and took out vanilla and chocolate ice cream tubs to layer the pecan pie he made.

*Vani Pov* “Vani!” I heard some whispering and I slowly opened my eyes to see Kamal sitting beside me with a tray. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I am dreaming, but seems like he is really there and that too holding my breakfast. “What is it?” I asked, clearing my throat and slowly sat up. “I got hungry so got up and made some breakfast for us. I am sure you are also hungry as we didn’t have any dinner yesterday.” He replied, smiling and I nodded before tugging his shirt properly and then placed the blanket over my legs.

She's not one of those girls would used vanilla or strawberry flavored body wash, shampoo or perfume, she smell of chocolate and Vincenzo love it. It suddenly became his favorite flavor.

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.

Then an incredulous, “What?” I side eyed him. “Don’t even.” He started laughing, a soft, chest deep laugh that began to do awful things to my composure. “Jules, of every kind of frozen yogurt in the world, you pick vanilla?” I crossed my arms, feigning outrage. “First of all, vanilla is a classic, it’s amazing. My go to order at Yelli’s is banana and vanilla. And it's heavenly, thank you very much.” “Banana and vanilla,” he repeated, like it was a crime.

"Guilty." THEY WERE INTERESTING. THE CONCEPT OF ARTIFICIAL VANILLA WAS PARTICULARLY ENLIGHTENING. I DID NOT DESIGN VANILLA. APPARENTLY, SOMETHING DOWN HERE DECIDED THAT THE ORCHID FAMILY NEEDED AN AROMATIC COMPOUND THAT COULD BE SYNTHESIZED FROM WOOD PULP. I FIND THIS DELIGHTFUL. "That is... one way to describe vanilla extract." The Dreamer's attention shifted to Katherine. Her ice-blue wireframe scanner was active, recording everything, and her gold-flecked eyes were wide with the specific expression of a scientist encountering data that exceeded her processing capacity.

I ransacked the whole kitchen, but I didn't see anything that was vaguely familiar. "What are all these?" I wondered. I picked up a shriveled plant from a jar and sniffed it. It smelt like vanilla. It should make a good drink, I concluded, putting it into a kettle of hot water. I swirled it gently and then poured it into two small cups. The liquid was a strange pink color and smelled like vanilla. "Well, I can imagine that it's heated vanilla ice cream," I muttered, carrying two cups to the sitting room. I placed one on the table.

he told the cashier. I turned to him with a blank stare. “That’s it? Vanilla?” Ryker shrugged. “What’s wrong with vanilla?” I blinked at him. “What’s wrong with—? It’s literally the most boring flavor in existence! You had all these options, and you went with vanilla?” Ryker lifted a brow. “What do you want me to get? That blue monstrosity?” “It’s called unicorn delight,” I said, reading off the placard holding the name up.