Kai stills. So does Caramel, as if he just had a heart attack, Cream pauses as well but Doctor doesn't even stop to look at us, still eating her food. He blinks after a while before saying "He's your, what?" Chocolate has a look on his face that matches his insanity, as if this was the moment he was waiting for all day "Oh yes, you wouldn't believe it, but Rossi and my lovely twin are together, like two fucking peas in a pod" Then he giggles "Two fucking peas, get it?" Kai stares at him, his mouth slightly open before he visibly relaxes and let's out a sigh "Oh, well, that's a relief" "A relief?" That's obviously not what Coco wants to hear because he sits straighter than before "They're committing a crime" A part of me wonders what the heck Chocolate is doing. He's literally throwing his brother and Strawberry under the bus, highlighting the fact even but the other part doesn't want to know and just wants to beat him up. God, Ber is rubbing off on me. Kai shrugs. Like, an actua
As soon as dinner was over, they took Kai away and said I couldn't come along because they were about to have a talk.I know, I know, I was freaked out when it happened but Caramel, who obviously was sent to keep me distracted said he made them pinky swear they wouldn't hurt him.I wasn't sure how I could tell Mel that they weren't like us and probably sent him away cause they didn't want to disvirgin his eyes but let him believe what they wanted.However, after their so called talk, Kai walked out and looked okay, better in a way and sort of asked for my number.And let's just say, in simple terms, I haven't slept since last night."Kitten!"I ignore Coco, hating the fact I'd returned to sleep in my room without Cream, but that was only because I wanted to talk to Kai, alone.But Chocolate, for god's sake.The bed begins to bounce as he keeps jumping on it "Wake up! Wake up!! Wake—"I grab his ankle, dragging him to the bed before I sit up and hiss at him.Coco stares at me, brown ey
After he eats his breakfast, we spend the rest of the day reading his books, which for heavens sake, are funny in their own ways, except Mel doesn't think it's funny "C'mon, Mel, they just said Gibby, the pig, was blue and could fly" He doesn't like the fact I'm not taking the whole thing serious but that's not exactly my fault "So?" "Ever heard the sentence I'd only be with you the day pigs are another different colour and could fly?" I ask. He turns to me, soft brown eyes blinking "You'd o-only be with me when p-pigs fly?" "An example, dear" I say, trying my best not to laugh "And then Gibby, was talking to the caterpillar, Bastille, about how he couldn't wait to reach the land of Monkey's and get their golden banana" He's pouting again "So?" "What does he want with a golden banana?" "B-Because it's cool" "Yeah, but he can't exactly eat it" "Why would he want to eat it?" "Cause it's a banana?" He stares at me for a while, the pout now more pouty, I should call him a chipm
If Caramel looked startled before, he looks completely shocked now. He's probably wondering why his brother chose him, off all people, but come on, it's Coco, nothing should be too surprising.Coco is grinning when he asks "Truth or dare, babe?"Mel looks shaken but he speaks nonetheless "T-Truth"Chocolate is humming as he picks up a paper from the bowl and reads it out loud "Who would you like to kiss in this room?"Caramel's eyes widens at the word before Ber snatches the paper from him and scans it. Coco scoffs, taking it back "It's what in the paper, dum dum" Then he turns back to his brother "You don't have to answer it, sweetheart. One glass of Coco's Cocktail would save your soul"As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla"Even though it's a low whisper, it's audible enough but Coco says "You have to be louder, Mel"He bites hard on his lips, his mitten clad hands clapping softly as he repe
We all kneel at her feet as she sits on her armchair, the only person not kneeling in the same position as us is Caramel, because he is on all fours, his mouth at her feet. Doctor Sweet's eyes seem to be the brightest things in the darkness of the room, because she blew off all the candles. Her eyes betray no emotion and I can't even tell if she's upset, or angry, or just disappointed. Lightning strikes and the light gives me a glimpse of what she's wearing. It's a black v neck dress, the side has a split which shows most of her skin as she crosses her legs and stares at us, her cheeks resting on the palm of her hands as she stares. Ever since she told us to go in position, she hadn't said a single word, just stared, and there is something about it that makes you want to beg her for forgiveness, cry and grovel. But I fight it. My heart feels like it would slip out of my chest if I don't, but I hold it back. Or at least, I thought I was, until I hear myself say "I'm sorry" Her
When I wake up, I'm shirtless and my eyes move to my side, watching how Chocolate and Caramel are cuddling up to a sleeping Vanilla who has her hair all over the place and a happy smile on her face.My mind goes back to Friday and when she had told us about Kai coming over. As shocking as it was, Chocolate had made much sense. He could be sensible when he wanted to, the fool."We have to be nice to the idiot. Remember how Mel was when he found out they were dating? She cares about him, so we have to pretend to do same, at least enough for her to like us"Like us? I keep forgetting that's the whole deal of everything.I'd also been a little surprised that Sweet wanted him home. It didn't make sense at first. She had always been very picky about who saw us together and when, but I should have known she wouldn't agree to that if she didn't have a reason.Sweet must have known about his elder brother and that he would have been okay with it. Sometimes, she could be so all knowing that it
Anyone who knew Sweet knew she was the second most important person in Aeria, mostly because Edward Vale III had kept at her his side for many years before letting her go. No one knew why he let her go, because he had always been very protective and possessive of her, but no one questioned it. But him being in her rehab didn't make any sense "Is something wrong with him?" "He's in a coma" Oh, she's in the mood to talk. Good. "And he's at your rehab?" "Quite so" And she's being tight lipped again. "Is it true? That you said Chocolate could go along with his crazy idea?" I ask. She looks at me, smiling "I thought you all decided to humour him" "Yes, but the idiot doesn't do anything without having his own reasons" I say. "Her birthday" "That's not the only reason. If he really wanted to do that, he'd do it here in the Manor, not in school" "I see" Fuck, she was more frustrating than Cream sometimes "So you really did agree?" "Yes. Vanilla would like a birthday, and you boy
I walk up the stairs, the silence from the last floor making me feel a bit nauseous.Yes, I feel that when I know Chocolate is in that room. I remembered walking into my room, about to shower, and then I hear it.Hear her.She's screaming, loud, and a memory flashes though my head, an unrecognizable face, blood all over her blond hair.It was a mistake, such a shame.And in that same split second, I'm at Coco's Art room, pulling her out of it and slamming the door as fast as I can as she shakes and shivers in my hand.She doesn't know, but I count her heartbeat. Making sure it's beating, making sure she's standing in front of me and I'm not imagining it.That I haven't lost someone again.It was stupid, I know, Coco would never hurt Vanilla. I knew it, but I could hear Mika's voice as she said the same thing "They wouldn't hurt me. At least, not on purpose"I wasn't sure I wanted to let her go. I wanted Nilla at my sight, in my hands which were the safest place in the world, and that
"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