Vanilla Relationship Novels & Stories

She swallowed and waited for the introduction which she knows will be coming soon. "Michael, it's been a long time" Nicolas and the young man only slightly raised the corner of his lips in a faint smile as a response. "Son, I believe you know who there are, this is Nicolas White and his wife, Angelica white, we have shared a lot of business contracts with them" Vanessa introduced before looking at her "over here is their daughter, Sasha White, your fiancée."

I said in a loud voice making sure to note the word MATE for everyone to hear. She seemed to be pissed off that everyone has known we're mates. And for the first time, I felt my confidence shattered. How could this woman not want me? I have everything a girl would ever want from a man. I'm handsome, well-built, and soon to be alpha. She can be my luna, I can give her whatever she wants, so much more than those punks following her can ever give. Natalie and Vanessa started to have a heated argument when I caught on to what Natalie said, her being my luna and Vanessa as a mate and nothing more.

“If you keep forcing me like this, Dev… then you really will lose me. Not just as a consultant, but as someone who still chooses to believe in you.” Devandra froze. His jaw tightened, his gaze sharp and unyielding, but he said nothing. And in that moment, Vania knew—their relationship would never be the same again.

"By the Virgin, Vanessa, you are not five anymore!" Vanilla giggles, taking some steps back and standing right beside me. "I'm sorry, it's just been so long." "I can say the same." She replies. She has an accent, Spanish maybe, and around her neck is a rosary. "Though this is a new face. Who is he?" "He's—" "Her boyfriend" I cut in. I can feel Vanilla's shock at the words but if she could play pretend with Mel, why not me? The woman's eyes widen before looking at Vanilla, "Boyfriend? You? How did it happen?"

That had always been the case with them. I didn’t answer right away. I stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, at the city. My fists clenched under the table. He moved closer. "In time, you’ll understand. Relationships are the real currency. The right people will never fail you. Not like that girl who has nothing to offer you while you want to give her the world." My head snapped toward him. I stood. "Leave Vanessa out of this." He smiled. "Then don’t make me take her from you."

"What about Nina? Have you really decided to give her up?" If Nina got upset because of Vans, Diana might hold Julian accountable. In fact, she might get angry with him. Recalling her displeased tone on the phone, Julian decided to give Vans a reminder. "As long as I don't go to her, Nina will understand," Vans said. They were different from Diana and Julian. Diana and Julian's love was a symbiotic relationship; they would wither away without each other. They would try desperately to get back to each other's side, regardless of anything.

I explained. “How would Vanessa be responsible for that? She didn’t appear to be in any shape to harm anyone,” he questioned. “It’s our connection with Vanessa. She matters to all of us, but I am pretty sure he’s completely in love with her,” I shared. “What about you? You gentlemen stated that you believe you’re bonded with Vanessa. Are you completely in love with her?” he asked. “Our relationship is a little complicated. We seem to rub each other the wrong way most of the time,” I explained.

"The adoption secret? That was separate. Kept for reasons that had nothing to do with your relationship." "But it affected our relationship. It was built on that lie—" "Was it?" Vanessa challenged. "Or was it built on five years of partnership? Five years of him proving his love? Five years of building something real?" I was quiet. Thinking. Was our relationship built on the lie? Or built despite it?

One minute I was clenching my thighs at my desk; the next I was smiling at my phone like a teenager. Meanwhile, Ryan’s relationship with Vanessa continued its slow, predictable implosion. He’d catch her in another small lie — late nights, unexplained charges, a man’s cologne on her coat — she’d cry, he’d forgive, repeat. I played my part perfectly: supportive best friend, shoulder to cry on, gentle voice of reason he never actually listened to. “You’ve been different lately,” Ryan said one afternoon over sandwiches at our usual spot. “Happier, maybe? Did something happen?”

I paused as I giggled, “I’m not sure if it really did happen or it was only a dream.” “I can't wait.” Vanessa giggled, “And by the way, you won't believe what happened few days ago.” I grinned and looked at Clarisse and back to Vanessa, “What happened?” “William and I got back together.” She happily boasted it but I'm not happy for it. William is a cheater. “Seriously, Vanessa?” I objected with a glare. “I'm sorry, Hannah. I still love him.” She spoke as she furrowed her brows. I closed my eyes as I slapped my face with my palm. Toxic relationship.