Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

Across the city, in a sub-basement bunker lined with lead and reinforced concrete, Ivy sat in the dark. She could feel the vibrations. It wasn't the sound of the explosions—the walls were too thick for that. It was called "Sync." It was the jagged, unhinged frequency of Dante’s mind bleeding into hers. It felt like a fever. It felt like a heartbeat that was too loud, too fast, and entirely too violent. The door hissed open. Julian Vane entered, his face pale and slick with sweat. He was holding a glass of amber liquid that trembled in his hand.

"How may I help you sir?" The ice cream seller asked. "I will like to have banana ice cream." Alpha Vincent replied. "Wow, you love banana?" Laura asked. "Yes, it's has been my favorite flavor." Alpha Vincent answered. "Wow, that's my favorite too, we kinda have same thing in common, like the song, food and now ice cream." Laura said. "Well, the moon goddess considers that too." Alpha Vincent smiled. "Can we get two cups of banana ice cream and other cups of vanilla."

He smiled and turned to pay the owner in cash for the ice cream. "Uhm, tasty." Nova muttered, while licking the piece of cream. He stared at her as she ate his ice cream. "I've never had vanilla ice cream because I love chocolate, but I've always been curious how other ice cream flavors taste!" Nova said, licking the ice cream. "Do you want to taste?" He asked, keeping his vanilla ice cream in front of her. "Can I?" Her eyes danced in joy. She nods her head in response. "Taste it." Silas puts his ice cream toward her mouth.

Vanilla held her weapon tightly with a smile, she looked at Peirce, “About the Lotus in the mud, you were cool because you didn’t give up.” She said, Peirce looked at her in amazement, the same person that greeted him knew about the given name of the flowers he planted, “your inventions are great also, see... ” she said as she straightened her slingshot, Peirce widened his eyes, “Isn’t that... " He whispered, Vanilla laughed, gently “Yeah, your design, I named it slingshot.” She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction,

I smiled and Martha secretly fist pumped herself. “So here is the deal ladies, I can’t decide which one of you I want to contract, so I propose a challenge. With cost not being a problem, I want you to create the blueprints for your dream resort. I need the blueprints, floor plan of each floor, a 3D generated motel, and list of building materials.” Momoko said excitedly. “Sounds easy enough” Veronica said as she crossed her arms into her chest. Mrs. Yoshida looked at me for my response.

The pupils are blown wide, completely swallowing the iris. “Vanilla,” he whispers, his rough voice dragging over my nerves like sandpaper. “And freesia. And… you.” He lowers the bra, dangling it casually from one finger. “You smell like sin, Anella.”

Bringing my head back up from her core, I wiped my lips on the back of my hand. "Tastes like vanilla!" I said, licking the remaining drops on my lips. You have no idea of my late obsession with vanilla. Firstly, because vanilla is her favorite flavor and now it is mine too. And secondly, she literally tastes like vanilla. I gave her a sexy grin, tossing the bottle of whipped cream away, not before lathering her boobs in it. Trailing my lips from her stomach to her chest, I bit her nipple as I reached it. Her hands instantly found their way into my hair, clutching and tugging them in the process. Arching her back further, she shoved her boobs more in my face. I continued sucking and, without

' His free hand slapped her ass lightly, reigniting the soreness, making her clench. 'Talk,' he commanded, increasing the speed. The buzz intensified, sending waves to her pussy, pussy aching to be filled. Nia panted, words tumbling. 'Vince needs deniability. Route through proxies... oh god, slower.' Vardo ignored, angling the vibe to tap her entrance, dipping in shallow before retreating to her clit. Her walls fluttered emptily, craving more. 'Proxies like my shell companies? Smart. But I want veto power on inspections.' He ground the toy harder, her moans turning to whimpers, body trembling on the edge.

After making the payment, Vincent took Birdie's hand and walked out of the cake shop. "Birdie, are you ready?" Vincent asked. "What?" Birdie was confused. Then, she saw Vincent reveal a cunning smirk. Vincent patted MAVIS and said, "Turn on your Bluetooth speaker." "Yes, young master!" MAVIS pressed a button and a yodeling tune suddenly blasted through the air. Vincent and Birdie were perplexed. Vincent was initially stunned. Then, he angrily smacked MAVIS. "MAVIS, you played the wrong audio file! Why do you always save these weird songs?"

It was embarrassing how much I craved him. The drive home was a blur of impatient red lights and me humming under my breath just to keep from losing my mind. The second I got through my door, I stripped and went straight for the shower. Vanilla. That’s my thing. I layered it until it clung to my skin like a secret—vanilla body wash, vanilla lotion, a hint of something citrusy from that new vitamin C scrub I bought. It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved.