It's afternoon when a car honks on their frontyard and Alex is the one who drives the Mercedes. He's still the same. Quiet with a dinner jacket on and his face in it's usual expression as he says "Lady Vanilla" I can't ignore the relief I feel to know he's still the same "Hi" He opens the passenger seat for me while I stare at my reflection. I'm wearing a shirt and shorts with my koala bag that has my uniform on my shoulders. I look presentable, at least. When I get in, he gets to the driver seat and begins to drive us back to the Manor. This reminds me of the first time Aunt Penelope took me there and also reminds me I've not heard from her ever since then. But before I can think of her for too long, Alex tells me that they all went jogging and haven't returned yet so when we get home, meeting the silent house and reach my room, I'm not not exactly sure about how I feel with the fact that there's a big bulge under my comforter. I poke at it with my bat. It growls, making me m
My hand moves to his hair though it freezes when Cream says "Don't. He'd wrap around you tighter. He's a hoarder when he sleeps" Cream's voice is cold. Like rain pouring over my body that has goosebumps coming on my skin before he reaches out to brush Mel's hair. The boy let's out a small sigh, immediately letting go of me and holding Cream's hand. Tight. "Isn't-" I look at him "Your hand, isn't it going to bruise?" He shakes his head "I won't feel it" "But-" "Go change for dinner" He cuts in. His tone is cold as always but there's no sharpness to it "Caramel and I would be there soon" I nod. When I'm at the table for dinner, my eyes fall on Strawberry who stares at me. We only do that for some seconds before he looks away, turning back to a book in his hand. So we're playing that game? Alright. Chocolate comes next, sitting at my left and in front of Strawberry who begins to have veins on his forehead as Coco begins speaking before Caramel and Cream arrive. He looks sleep
"D-Do you think she'd try leaving?" After dinner, she had asked if we had a TV and Doctor had taken her down to the basement. It was our theatre room but no one ever actually went there. Ever. It was a basement and it was mostly dark and— "I think this is a bad idea" Strawberry is still pissed though. He didn't like her reaction and I don't exactly blame him. It hurt, a bit but then with all of this. All of us. I knew it was hard to take. To imagine. Sometimes it felt like a dream. But I didn't want to wake up. "Hey. Hey" Strawberry carries me, settling me on his table with his body in-between my legs, his face moving to my neck before he begins to whisper "If she doesn't want you, that's her fucking choice. You have three men who would kill for you. One of us more so" I giggle, his breath making goosebumps fill my skin as I say "B-but I want her to like me too" I hadn't exactly expected Doctor to say Vanilla would be in a pretend relationship with me, fake sounds more hu
Her tone is sharp, cutting, which makes me look at her again. Her eyes are like the sea now, but an angry one that keeps crashing it's waves, promising to kill anyone who comes to close past it's shore.It's scary.It's…Beautiful."You survived" She's looking at me "You survived all of that. Some wouldn't. Some can't. The whole brunt of it. I can't even—"Then her voice gets colder "I could kill your parents, you know?"With the way she's looking now, I believe her "I don't—""I won't, but I could. I'm just saying" Maybe I should have been scared about the tone in her voice but I find myself standing and going behind her chair before I place my hands on her shoulders "Cream does this for Strawberry when he's stressed. I'm not sure I can replicate it but I'm willing to try""Nice to know I'm your first"I try my hardest not to blush.After a while of me kneading her shoulders, I say "Ber doesn't hate you"She says nothing so I continue "He's the one who sent me here, he just— Has a h
I dream. For the first time, I'm not inside the lighthouse where it's dark and my heart is racing a thousand miles per hour or I'm scared because Mommy could want to play one of her games and I won't win. I never win. It's outside. I'm outside. On the shore next to the sea. I can hear the waves crashing and I can tell I'm me but not me. My body is on the sand, it's warm and the air smells nice. There's an umbrella over my head and Dad's next to me, trying to make a seashell necklace. Staring at him now, through my eyes after so manu years, I realize I'd almost forgotten what he looked like. He was blond like me and yet not quite. His hair looked like golden silk, the type that makes you wonder if the sun decided to try it's luck with another creature that wasn't Rapunzel and also about gold chains and wristwatches and other shiny things. And he has green eyes, too. Emerald green eyes that I'd wondered why I never had. There was nothing remarkably similar about Dad and I, except
"God, I don't know" I cover my face "How does this even work? How am I supposed to feel about it?""I don't know" He sounds clueless "It was different for me. I didn't-"I look at him now "How different?"He pauses, staring at my face like he's trying to remember before he speaks "I d-didn't exactly find out by them telling me, that they were- Well. I just c-caught Coco being tied with his hands behind while Ber stood behind him and Cream stayed at the front w-with Doctor watching"Oh.Oh.My brain on its own creates the image. Caramel standing there, staring at his brother in that position-I shove it away quicker than I'd finish a cheeseburger "And what did you do?"His cheeks are slightly pink, like this was weird to talk about but he was going to do it because it was me as he says "I-I wanted to run. I did, but I couldn't. I j-just kept staring and wondering why everyone always wanted Coco. We have the same faces and yet-"As he speaks, his voice going lower, I can tell he was not
Kai stares at us, his dark eyes flipping through different emotions as he tries to understand what's going on.Why I'm being with them like that.My body moves, wanting to wrap him into a hug so I can explain but someone's rough hand clamps around my arm, and I turn, a snarl already appearing on my lips as Ber studies me.There's amusement in his eyes but it fades away to his usual scowl as he says "You're going in with Mel""Get your hands off me" I snap, jerking my hand away from his and without waiting for a reply from him or any of them, grab Caramel's.I don't wait for Mel to try getting himself together or ask what's going on either before I start tugging him behind me. I feel him stumble a bit, and I want to turn around and apologize about the way I'm pulling him along like he's my five year old son I can't wait to go home and shout at, but my eyes don't leave Kai who seems to look at us like his worst nightmares were walking directly to him and he wanted to bolt but wasn't su
Through half of our classes, he doesn't even look at me once which should hurt his neck cause I'm at his side but he's not even looked anywhere else asides from his front view and down view. With each class that ends, and the small breaks in between, everyone is talking about Caramel, Kai and I. This is the most cliche thing I've seen in Aeria high since a teacher dated a student! And that itself has never happened! Do you think they'd fight? The nerd and the cute boy? Besides, why her? Didn't the cute ones twin like kiss her, during gym class? Who the fuck is this dumb bitch that has people around her doing stupid things? But I ignore them because I know Kai isn't angry at me anymore. He gets the part that I hurt his feelings but he also knows, or at least thinks I'm doing it for a reason, or they are doing it for a reason. I doubt he think it's a good reason but he's worried about me, and is hurt that I'd do something with them and not him. And that makes me more sad. As s
"Yes." His voice comes out in a breath and I smile, touching the redness on his ass hearing him groan. "How long have you fantasized me fucking you, mhm?" I keep touching the redness of his ass slowly, hearing him moan more before I hit him again. He lets out a loud gasp, panting now as I say, "How long have you fantasized me fucking you?" As he speaks, his body shakes a bit. "T-Three months." I grin, "Oh, you fucking pervert. That must mean three months of submitting that form. Every day. Never giving up, isn't that right? You're such a dirty old man. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. I should reward you for being so persistent, yes?" He nods frantically, "Y-Yes, please." I bend now, squeezing both his cheeks hard now before I push them open, "But I'm going to have to make you beg for it. Let's see how desperate you are." My tongue goes to his hole first. It's still so tight and covered so I run my tongue gingerly around it. Taking my time to get his tense muscles relaxed as I k
I get to the museum, my guards waiting come to my car as I park it while one of them opens the door for me before I walk out. An umbrella is put over my head as it's raining before I adjust the brown coat over my body and walk into the building. The security guard opens the door and I enter, the marble floor and glass walls reflecting the vases of flowers around the place as a lady walks to me and says in a small voice, "Welcome back, Mr Frye." I smile at her, "It's nice to be back, Miss Salas. What beats seeing the world's most beautiful art work and my reflection, hmm?" She gives a small chuckle, "Glad to see you came with your humor as well, Sir. This way." She walks ahead first and I follow. The Museum is a four floored, heavily guarded building, which is quite understandable. All things considered, Aeria had the most artefacts in the world, since the first Vale, Roshnik the first, had been a hoarder of treasured items. Even earning the nickname 'Pirate' from his close frien
There are things you remember when you're laying on your bed at seven am in the morning, surrounded by five teddy bears and one mouse plushie on your lap while you stare at your ceiling. You remember that you liked to sleep in between warm bodies and wake up with different scents and sounds around you. You remember that you liked to hear the sounds of doors closing and opening with loud voices ringing through the rooms in the hallway. You remember you liked the noise made when you're seated at the table when you had breakfast with the people you thought were family. You remember... That you never appreciated that, until now. "It's been five years," My hand brushes Hailey, as I keep looking at the intricate designs on the ceiling. There's light coming from the window behind me, making shapes on it while everywhere is completely quiet, the only noise being the sounds of birds chirping on the tree next to my window. "Things like this, you grow to get tired of it." I raise her up
Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window. A smile comes on my face now. Good, I didn't miss it. I cross the road and walk to the entrance, the bald man standing there moving his eyes around my clothes before he says in accented English, "You should not be here." I smile and reply in japanese, "Call someone then. I am here with my card, of course, but you would believe I stole it, and do not look so surprised. Call Nanami, he's the head guard here, isn't he? T
It only made sense that Ilya stuck to Edward like glue afterwards. Genuine curiosity filling her everytime she saw him, everytime she looked at him. Though it was only in the shadows she stayed with him most of the time, due to the colour of her eyes, she knew that this man, cared for people, even though they hated him. So on the third month, she told her godfather the truth. "I cannot kill him." Of course, he wouldn't believe it. "Why? Does he have a special weapon? A trick?" "No. I just—" She took in a small breath, "Cannot." No Drasknes would ever dare to report a failed assignment, but then again, Ilya had been so perfect and resourceful that he could forgive her this one time, "Very well, I shall assign someone else to him" But she wouldn't have it, "No." "No?" Strauss stared at her, his hands squeezing the handle of his seat. Ilya did not feel fear looking at the man she had grown to feel a sort of kin feeling for, rather, she felt guilt, "None of you, shall harm him."
She watched them through the screen of her computer, her face curling into a smile at the looks on their faces. They were happier now. Happier than they had ever been. Happier than anyone would have ever thought. She could remember when she first got them, how they were. Even she, hadn't thought they'd change this much. Her smile began to vanish as she realized that it was soon going to change. The door to her office opened and a man walked in. He had the same skin as hers, with the slight accent she used to possess as well though it was gone a long time ago, wearing a lab coat and gloves as he stared at her, his face down, "It is time." She nodded, taking up a small box and removing the contacts from her eyes before looking up at him, a miniscule amount of regret pooling around her stomach as she stood and walked to the male. He didn't move, of course, she was faster, he had seen it with his own bare eyes. He let her hold up his right hand and did his best not to scream out in
We both turn as Caramel walks to us, a worried look on his face, "I was looking everywhere for you." "Sorry, I—" I look at Kai, then back at him, "How'd your picture thing go?" "It was fine." He says then turns to him, "Hi, Kai. I thought you weren't coming anymore." "Yeah. Uh, Vanessa texted me saying she wasn't alright so I just said I'd check up on her." He says, smiling, "I should be on my way right—" "No," Caramel cuts in immediately, his voice soft, "Please. Stay. There's a game about to begin and Vanilla's supposed to play but since she's indisposed right now, you could help play in her spot." Is it— Is it just me or is Mel not stuttering? Kai looks at me, then back at him, "I don't know. I told my Mom I'd be back early." "Don't worry. It won't be long," Mel says, then looks at me, a paper in his hand, "Coco says I should give you this." I take it from him, about to open it before he snaps suddenly, "Don't open it!" When I look up at him, he adds while lowering his eyes
When we get to school and I look around, the first thing I notice is if Chocolate did this, if it had been his idea, he's demented but talented as hell. The whole place looked truly haunted. The lockers look different, like touching them would take you somewhere else and it gave off this vibe that made me stick closer to them before something bad would happen. At the time, I had no idea I should have stuck closer. Chocolate of course, took a thousand pictures of us, Mel and I being about nine hundred of them before my phone begins to blare up with comments. Is that a topaz gemstone collar??? Carl's wearing a fucking gold collar! I want one too!! Channing is wearing a fucking citrine stone collar! You know how expensive that shit is?! Strawberry has never failed to disappoint. I mean, look at him rocking my two year allowance around his neck. That's got to be real pearl, right? I look up at Chocolate who's scrolling so fast on his phone it's crazy he even knows what he's doing
After Chef Mussolini heard about my wonderful eating capacity, he actually came to find us, strongly believing we were faithful fans of his that went through all this trouble to meet him.Not that we denied it, but after, he made me taste all it's food and pick the ones I liked the most. Turns out my opinions pleased him so well, he asked if I'd like to work with him."Do you think I can do that as a job? Taste food and rate it?" I ask."I doubt he wanted a food vacuum and not an assistant chef." He says in a matter of fact voice, "But yeah, I guess, though I think you're supposed to be actually know how to cook first."I sigh, taking a bottle of wine from the table and pouring it into a wine glass, "Ah, well, bye bye to that dream."I expect him to laugh at that, but when I look up at him, he has a serious expression on his face, "What do you wanna be then? Like future occupation and stuff?""Me?" I take a sip from the wine. Shit, it's good, then shrug, "Oh, I don't know. I never rea