Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

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

His voice was smooth, deep, commanding without raising in volume. Anna stiffened. Vivian nearly toppled out of her chair. “Holy—” Vivian slapped her own mouth, whisper-screaming behind her palm. “Is that Ethan Voss?” Anna’s brows knit. “Who?” Vivian’s eyes went comically wide. “Who? Who?! He’s only one of the biggest damn music producers in New York! He’s worked with Grammy winners, babe. Actual legends.” Ethan approached them, calm as if he were walking a runway. He extended a hand, his smile disarming, the kind of smile that could talk a nun into sin.

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.

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?"

The notion of such a specialized ability intrigued him, even though he remained cautious. "Tell me more about this 'Sonic Resonance,'" Scott urged, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the man's expression. The escaped man nodded, understanding the need to provide further explanation. "With Sonic Resonance, I can generate focused sound waves, amplifying them to destructive levels. I can shatter glass, destabilize structures, and even incapacitate enemies through sonic blasts. It's a powerful but dangerous ability, one that the rogues wanted to exploit for their own gain."

We walk aimlessly around the beach and I notice things, the noise has reduced, I look around, it less crowded. "Are you okay?" Vanilla asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say as I stop walking, I hold her second hand and I say "Let's start over." "We can't. We've ended." and slowly every piece of her begins to fade away. "Vanilla?" I say in anguish, trying to hold on to her, but I can't, as she disappears into nothingness. "Fiona!" I scream in absolute loneliness. _____

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.”