Vapeur 소설 & 이야기

"What relation do you have with the other kid who pulled the cart earlier?" The police chief began the preliminary interrogation of Ravyn without ascending to the judicial bench. Ravyn started feeling that something was off. She knew she could escape if she wanted to, but she was curious about how such a significant issue had arisen. As the police confiscated the disputed property, she caught a whiff of an intoxicating aroma—a sweet floral scent with a faint hint of iron and earth. She immediately recognized it as Vesselbane, an herb that can detoxify. However, its side effects, even in very small doses, can do more harm than good to the body if not cooked properly. When heated, it becomes c

He points at another bowl that's behind the other two with a dark liquid in it "Is what you have to drink if you don't wanna answer your truths or do your dares, are we good?" Caramel's eyes don't leave the bowl, I'm pretty sure he's remembering that his brother is a psychopath and whatever that is, isn't safe "W-What's in it?" "Oh, you know" Coco smiles sweetly at him "Just some alcohol I mixed. I'm actually good at stuffs like that" Is that supposed to be reassuring? Because it's not. "Is that safe?" "It's not supposed to be safe Vanilla, that's the point." He says with an eye roll, before sending me a look "Have you not played this game before?"

“That sigh didn’t sound too good.” “No, I was just thinking about how it’s been ages since I just took a breath and not worried about anything. It feels good,” he says, kissing the side of my head. I’ve always had to constantly watch my back and live as if I would die tomorrow, so I understand what he means by that. But compared to how long he’s been alive, what I’ve been through must seem like a breeze to him. He reaches for the bottle next to the tub and holds it up. “It's called Varleaunieux Invecchiato; it’s a blood-infused non-alcoholic wine and safe for you to consume,” he says before pouring us each a glass.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

Steam lifted out of a bronze tub and the smell of lavender wafted through the room. “This is yours.”

He felt, cursed. And freeing Katharina was a break to that curse. So he turned up the radio for a quick second as he hummed along. Hums that transitioned into whispers into confident wailing of the chorus— “Cigarette daydreams, you were only seventeen” He halted as he finally heard back from Kat with slow muffled whisper. ‘Zach’ ‘Zach’ She sharply called his name as he was finally stung with her presence as he lowered the radio back. ‘Kat, are you okay?’ He asked.

The town has this mystic old-style vibe like it's stuck in the 50s. "Code 00-17-1 in Narrow River. I repeat, 00-17-1 in Narrow River." The radio buzzes and the almost robotic female voice of the dispatcher follows. I've never heard this code before, it's in no book I've read. But even so, neither Jamie nor another patrol from the area seems to care. Jamie just keeps driving, as if the dispatcher never called. "What's this code? I've never heard of it." "You know all codes?"

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

In his hand was something small and sleek, silver and black and the faint curl of vapour drifted from his lips. “What are you doing?” My voice cracked a little from the shock. He exhaled slowly, the misty plume lingering between us. “Relax, Ana.” My eyes darted to the device in his fingers. It wasn’t a cigarette. It was an Elf Bar vape, the kind everyone at campus seemed to be obsessed with. “That’s news to me,” I muttered, blinking at him. Isaac’s jaw flexed. “It’s Ricky. I used to, not anymore.”

she smirked, feeling a spark of determination. She quickly approached the panel and, in a flash of confidence, placed her order. "I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!"