Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

Let him wonder. Let him squirm. --- “New vibe suits you,” Mavina said that afternoon, sliding into the chair across from her in Daxton’s rooftop library. The wind toyed with her perfect curls. Sonia raised a brow. “Icy. Unreachable. Like royalty with secrets. Very... dangerous.” Mavina smirked. “I like it.” “You liked me better when I played nice,” Sonia muttered. Mavina leaned in, lowering her voice. "No. I liked you better when I knew what you wanted.”

“Vanilla. They put vanilla in the mask. To cover the smell.” She went still. “Black Sun used vanilla.” The chair tilted. The ceiling blurred. A light dropped down on a metal arm and I couldn’t move to swat it away, couldn’t lift a hand that felt like it should rise and didn’t. The voice said numbers again. They tasted like sleep. Velia’s palm pressed to my forearm. “Stay with me. Don’t go farther.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, and the room stuttered like a bad stream. The mirror came back in pieces and remembered itself wrong before it slid into place.

“That is a top secret Tazz, I can’t tell you that.. but I’ll give you a hint, the person is someone you know closely and love too,” “C’mon Sonia, we have already shared so much, what’s with this name, speak it out,” “Nope.. I can’t, cannot..I won’t,ha ha, keep guessing.. ha ha ha ha,” she slurred while speaking then laughed happily "Vrr, Vrr, Vrrroooom, Oh Tazz I'm flying up in sky..vrrroooommmm,"

Sonia's core was excited as Vipin's skilful tongue lit a fire within her. Their enthusiasm grew as Vipin expertly explored every crevice of Sonia's shivering body with his hands. Vipin probed Sonia's core further with his tongue, increasing the volume of her groans. He then placed two fingers into her clit, his language and hand moving in time.

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.

Trying to remember who she was before this started. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Downstairs, the smell of cinnamon rolls drifted through the air, along with the faint hum of her mother’s usual playlist. Vanessa was at the stove, hips swaying to Billie Holiday as she flipped bacon. “You’re up late,” she said over her shoulder. “Rough night?” Sierra nodded vaguely. “Headache.” Vanessa turned, her face filled with sudden concern. “Still?” “Just a little.” “Well, sit. I made something sweet.”

Turning, he heads to the VIP private room but his assistant stays behind. "Ms. Winters?" Turning towards her, I'm presented with an envelope. Taking it from her, she bows and heads after him without waiting for me to open it. Smiling, I head to the table shared by everyone and sigh as I realize the only seat available is next to Myles. The sly bastard must've kept it empty on purpose. Circling everyone, I hand the envelope to Yuzuki and sit down, taking a couple doughnuts from the tray. He opens the envelope, taking out the papers and reading through them. His eyes shoot up moments later and he stares at me before handing it Jon who practically chokes on the food already in his mouth. Everyo

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.

The sonic effect skipped everyone who wore the device, including KR members. Vinsen sensed the sonic screamer even before Kayla thought of screaming. He stood on the top of a tower he knew by the solid structure, wasn't susceptible to the sonic effect. With his mind, and hand motions, he controlled the power of the sonic with his eyes closed. He trapped the effects within the borders of V Empire premises, directed the movement of the sonic effects, and told it whom to kill and who not to, what to destroy and what not to. The trees stopped moving, and all KR members and wolves were unharmed, but V Empire and everything related to them got destroyed. The vampires in the tower burst at the soun

He was fiddling with the gooseneck kettle with his head bowed. The sweet scent of vanilla slowly unfurled, seeping into every crevice of our marital home. It was a scent that didn't belong to me—or to us. Lionel carried the cup over and placed it beside my hand. There was a trace of barely perceptible nervousness in his eyes. "Here, give it a try." I took a sip. It was sweet, mellow, and just a tad creamy—nothing like the long black we usually drank. I looked up at him and asked, "Since when do you like vanilla?"