Vanilla Relationship Novels & Stories

I can't. "You really are determined to push your relationship through?" Dylan bit on his apple and munched. "I mean, girl." He jumped off the stool he was sitting and shrugged. "Your relationship failed. It was obvious! He doesn't want to be with you anymore, and you are the only fu–Aw! What is wrong with you, Van?!" He scrunched up his face and glanced at the woman beside her. "Don't listen to him, Farrah. He got no fun. Just remember that no matter what you do, I will support you." Vanessa smiled and pushed the sliced apples in front of me.

There was no doubt that those two were in a relationship. Then, it hit me. Could it be that Vanessa was Marlik's newfound love- the said Ravyna's daughter?

But right now, that same strength was building walls between us, brick by brick, with every second of silence that stretched out. I knew she was curious about Whitmore but didn’t want to say anything. Vanessa was brilliant and ruthless and yes, we’d dated shortly years ago. But it had meant nothing, I hadn’t even mentioned it to anyone but of course the news outlet got the best of you. It was strategic networking disguised as a relationship, two ambitious people using each other to climb their respective ladders. It had ended when I’d realized that Vanessa cared more about my last name and the connections it brought than she’d ever cared about me.

And I don't know if I'm just overreacting. Vanessa is his best friend from college. A friendship that quickly turned into a relationship. He has known her longer than me. He obviously trusts her more than he trusts me. Maybe he even loves her more than he loves me. There's a lot of history there. Lots of memories. Memories that I wish I could delete from his mind. I hope technology finds a way for us to do that...

Vanessa leaned closer to my shoulder and her perfume smelled like cheap vanilla and desperation. I clenched my jaw so hard that my teeth ached while I stared straight ahead at the crowded walkway. She dropped onto the grass right next to me exactly thirty seconds ago without any invitation at all. "You know Travis is just so spontaneous," Vanessa murmured near my ear so the people walking past us would think we were sharing a secret. I did not care about Travis or her sudden need to talk about her new relationship right in the middle of the central quad.

"That was years ago. He's moved on. We've moved on. Emory adores me. She asks about me constantly. She wants me to be her mother. She told me so herself." "She told you that?" Bianca asked, her tone carefully neutral. "In so many words. Children don't hide their feelings. And Cassian..." Vanessa's smile widened. "Cassian and I have a connection that goes back decades. We were each other's first loves. That kind of bond doesn't disappear. It just... waits." "So when's the wedding?" Sophia asked. "Soon. These things take time. He's a very important man. But I'm patient." Bianca exchanged a glance with Sophia a glance that Vanessa did not see.

Viaan’s decision to persuade her at any cost turned out to be a huge success. Just in a month, they had developed a kind of strong relationship between them, unknowingly, which even other normal couples couldn’t build up in years. No doubt in saying that a healthy relationship has four fundamental pillars — Love (filled with care, concerns, and tenderness), Trust (filled with loyalty and confidence in each other; even when everyone’s against us), Compatibility (filled with the right timing and tuning), and Understanding (filled with silliness, laughter, and maturity). Viaan and Kiara had kept the foundation of such a relationship, tonight with two of the four pillars. Now let’s see where the

Each answer felt like another stab wound. Elena couldn't breathe. Her chest tightened painfully. "Why?" Vanessa answered first. "Because you're useful." Elena stared at her. "What?" Vanessa laughed. "You're brilliant." She spread her arms dramatically. "You built companies." "You created wealth." "You expanded the empire." "You did all the hard work." Her smile became cruel. "And we enjoyed the rewards." Realization hit Elena.Like a truck.They had used her. From the beginning.Every relationship. Every lie.Every manipulation.All planned.

It was a message from Vanessa. "You alright? Need to get some coffee later?"_ Vanessa. She had been his rock these past few months. They had gotten closer after Alexis left, going over their shared history and the chaos that took after. Vanessa, was presently the one who stood by Haven, checking in on him, making a difference in his plan for life, and giving him a shoulder to lean on. The lines between friendship and something more that had started to obscure. And Haven wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Typical. A part of her resented how predictable he was. Another part was relieved—his absence had made this possible. Still, the silence felt oddly personal. She opened their last thread of messages, staring for a moment at the final one he’d sent that morning, after she called him: “You’ve got this. I trust you.” No explanation. No follow-up. She minimized the window. As she stood to stretch her legs, she caught sight of Mel from sales department walking briskly toward the elevators. Vanessa hurried to catch up with her best friend. She caught up with her