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.

But when she leaned closer, whispering her invitation, he had shut her down with words as cold as ice. “We’re not in a relationship,” Damian had said. His voice carried no warmth. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking we are. This is… nothing more than benefits.” Vanessa had stood frozen, heat rising to her cheeks. He hadn’t even looked back as he walked away, leaving her humiliated in a room full of flashing cameras. That night, she’d sworn she wouldn’t let him slip through her fingers. And she was determined to have him. Now, lying back on her couch, Vanessa drank the whole glass of champagne in one gulp. Damian might think she was just another body in his bed, but she knew better.

"We're amazing, actually. Thinking of starting a toxic podcast together." Her fiancé snorts, and Vanessa ignores him. “Well," she drawls, "relationships are hard. Especially when people outgrow each other." Wow, subtle jab. I tighten my grip around my champagne flute. "And yet somehow you still found someone willing to commit. Inspiring." Her smile strains for half a second. Score. Then her gaze dips to my curves and the low neckline of my emerald green dress. “I do love your outfit, though," she smirks. "Very brave."

“Because that’s not how this works.” Vanessa’s smile floundered. Her brown eyes darkened, and a glint of something perilous passed through them. “We’re in a relationship, haven ,This is often precisely how it works. If I feel like you’re slipping away, I will come closer.” Her words hit him like cold water. “Vanessa, I’m not slipping away. I just need some time alone.” “Alone,” she reverberated, her lips squeezing together. “You keep saying that word like it’s supposed to mean something to me.”

Nelvan asked for confirmation, Vania narrowed her eyes, she hated the pretense when Nelvan knew which girl she was referring to, "Well okay, she's a maid here, didn't you see the uniform she was wearing?" "I have a feeling she is here to please you, not as a maid to clean this big house of yours. Don't think I don't know that you have changed a lot after your relationship with Bella, what Bella gave you to become like this." Vania said. Nelvan laughed amused, "If you know, why do you still ask?" Plakk! Vania successfully slapped Nelvan's face, the man smiled at the slap. "You're crazy! Why..."

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

When Alan and I heard him, we exchanged glances. "Vanessa's not something you can split, you idiot!" I shouted at James, clenching my fists. "Well, then we'll need some rules" James said arching an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think that would be about right" I said looking at Alan. "The first rule is to meet Vanessa's standards and follow her pace in this relationship" said Alan. "You're right, we can't make her feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed" I added. James and Alan nodded and we rambled on for a moment, until I spoke up again.

Her vanilla and rose scent surrounds me, and I can still taste her in my mouth. It was strange, wooing someone, exhilarating and refreshing. I knew from the moment she rejected me that my usual nail and bail routine wouldn’t apply to her. I had to know her at her own pace, even though I already had Nico check her background, and earn her trust. She had a few boyfriends before, two serious relationships. The most recent was Neil Summers, a police officer in CSPD, a promising detective in the making. From the details Nico gathered, they broke up the minute Viviana moved here to Spain. The usual problems with long-distance relationships.