Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

Wonwoo will pay all of the ice creams in the end, and sometimes, he paid more that what they acquired. "Good morning, sir," the owner greeted Wonwoo. Wonwoo raised his hand with familiarity before he and Celine stood beside the fridge. “Chocolate or vanilla?” Wonwoo asked her as he opened the ice cream’s big fridge. "Vanilla,” Celine answered while scratching her nape. It feels so stroppy after knowing one of her fake brother’s secret. On the other side, Wonwoo is trying his best to act cool. "Here my little sis,” he gave her the vanilla flavored ice cream with a smile.

‘’What the HELL was that!’’ Vera then said with her ears bleeding and clutching them in pain. ‘It’s what I call the Deadly Sonic Scream my final fifth power which I apparently copied from your Sirenic power and tweaked it to something worse.’’ I then said to her still with my deadly smirk. It was then Vera looked around and noticed how all her mindless minions were no longer under her control. Apparently my deadly sonic scream had broken through the spell.

but we have to keep quiet,' she thought, remembering that this house was full of ears—Lidya could come home at any moment, or Tina could wander in and out. She walked to the small table, picked up Leon's phone that was lying there, and played an Indonesian pop song—a playlist of hits loud enough that the bass and high vocals blared from the small Bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room, enough to mask any sounds that might occur. "This will cover our moans," Sonya murmured, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips, her desire growing stronger. The song played: "This love is truly extraordinary... never fading with the passing of time..." ironic given the forbidden nature of the situatio

His lips left her's as he brought them up to her ear, biting down on her earlobe as he denied any care—a spark of pain travelled the length of her body and implanted between her thighs, stimulated and conceived by the action. Jasper's voice was rough and uneven as he spoke, like nails on a chalkboard but much more pleasant and erotic—the kind she wished to have spoken into her core as the word's tongue took her to places not known to exist... and pleasurable highs never before and never again travelled to. Long story short, there was nothing she wanted more as he spoke than his tongue to be inside of her. "I see you're playing the whole album," His rough hands raked over the base of her neck

The moment our tongues touch I hear a soft moan coming from his troath, making a small vibration to run through us. He hoast me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I hiss out in pain when he presses me up against the car, "doorhandle." I gasp out. "Sorry." He slides me to the right and runs his nose along my jawline, all the way to my neck. I groan out when he finally finds my sweet spot after searching for a minute. He licks it softly before softly latching on. I groan when he sucks on my flesh, making my pink pearl tingle.

I cannot recall my last visit to a Sonic. I pull into a slot down from the external bathroom doors. I quickly browse the menu, noting they still offer my favorites. I press the large red intercom button, excitement building in my stomach as I order a chili-cheese dog, large cheese tots, and a large Diet Coke with vanilla. Their vanilla syrup is to die for. While I wait for the carhop to deliver my meal, I dart into the ladies’ room.

As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla" Even though it's a low whisper, it's audible enough but Coco says "You have to be louder, Mel" He bites hard on his lips, his mitten clad hands clapping softly as he repeats the word "Vanilla" My heart does another flip, and I look around the boys, but no one seems a bit jealous. In fact, they looked like they expected nothing less. "Good!" Coco says "Now, you gotta pick who else has to play" He doesn't look up "C-Cream"

I'll keep up the act a bit longer before I 'regain my memory. "Jack, you've been a real lifesaver. I wasn't ready to quit playing, and your idea to fake my death was pure genius!" The phone screen jittered, and then the call was abruptly cut off. Jack returned ten minutes later. He could not bring himself to meet my eyes as he handed over his purchases and hopped into the driver's seat, locking the doors. "I had wheatgrass juice delivered to your place... Are you going back to try it?" he ventured cautiously.

Riska shouted at the Master AI. The Master AI blinked, and suddenly a powerful, low-frequency sound wave swept through the tunnel, heading straight for Kevin. VVVVWWWOOOOMMMMMM! Kevin staggered, his hands reflexively covering his ears. His 'Level 3 Synthetic Buff' gave him physical strength, but it did not make him immune to sonic attacks. "Argh! What is this?!" Kevin roared, his protein pistol wavering. "That's a modified version of the 'Sugar Disintegration Sonic Wave,' Kevin!" Riska shouted, her voice firm.

"Valerius! Do something useful!" "Fine," the vampire muttered. He lifted his bamboo flute to his lips. He didn't play a melody. He blew a single, piercing note that was beyond human hearing. The soundwave was visible—a ripple of distorted air that shot up toward the Void-ship. When it hit the hull, the metal didn't dent; it liquefied. The front of the flagship crumpled like a soda can, sending debris raining down into the forest. "Sonic resonance," Valerius smirked, lowering the flute. "I found the resonant frequency of their alloy. Child's play."