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
When we head out of the room, my hand still on his, I hear him start again "Hey, Cream?" He's trying to sound cheery. His voice is high pitched, having too much happiness in it. This is him trying to fight away the fact I had seen him so vulnerable, again. "What's hard, likes to suck people and basically likes to fuck?" I ignore him. "Life, ha! Should have been Ber's dick but it doesn't really suck anything so pfft" I head down the stairs and open my room door, pulling him in before closing it and taking off my clothes. "Oh, well excuse me" There's a grin on his face as he eyes me "I think there should be a little foreplay before we get into anything intimate, sir" I don't answer. When I'm fully naked, I walk to him and begin to take off the buttons of his shirt. "Shouldn't you at least ask for permission, pretty boy? Because—" "Choose. Keep silent, or leave" He doesn't talk again. As soon as I've taken off his clothes, making sure I toss them into my laundry basket, it's e
I walk to Caramel's room now, and when I enter, it's not surprising that he's hiding under his comforter, a tired looking Ber lying next to him with a book in his hand. I suppose he tried getting the male out but Caramel wouldn't be budge, and so, in the hope of not shouting at him, he ignores him instead. As I walk to them, I want to ask him where Vanilla is but I don't, my eyes still on the big bulge in Mel's bed "Caramel" His voice is muffled "G-Go away, I'm ugly" "If you are too embarrassed about us seeing your hungover face, I wonder what would happen when you see Vanilla" His head pokes out of the sheet. Not all of it, just his mouth and nose which is red, and I can tell his skin is blotchy "W-What happened?" "She saw us both having sex with you" This time is whole head shoots out and his eyes widens "You— Both— Me—" And then his cheeks begin to redden, and he stops breathing, looking as if he's about to have a heart attack before he suddenly let's out a loud squeal, and
Strawberry had miscalculated for my birthday (not that I wasn't aware, I was. Kinda hoping they'd somehow skip it) but Chocolate knew that, and it's really really crazy how he's a total dunce at most things, except planning. Didn't matter. They all knew and all waited for this Saturday. It wasn't even school day! We could have stayed home, perhaps gone hiking or maybe, slept in, but he's also surprisingly stubborn about stuffs like that too! It's like I don't know the guy! "Coordination. Organization, and of course, last minute changes are not accepted" This was what he said, looking me in the eyes with a straight face, when I asked him to not celebrate Halloween. And we were all on amicable terms, which shouldn't be considering last time but we all acted like nothing happened. "Besides—" He leaned in, and grinned "Don't you think it would be a little unfair to cancel something the whole school is looking forward to just because you're having cold feet?" "Cold feet?" I asked. He
After I finish eating and Kai is done as well (I fed Caramel a little, and Kai, a little more than little), we head down the stairs and into the hall, Mel walking us to our class before it happens. Before I hear my name "Montgomery!" I find myself freezing in my steps, before turning around, my voice coming out in a small pained whine "Coach Ace" Now, I'm not even exactly sure why he's here, torture day is two days away from now but from the look in his eyes, he has something planned for me. I have never seen him look so happy "How's my favorite student doing?" I try to hold back the scream of help! bubbling in my throat as he wraps his meaty arm around my shoulders and moves me away from them "I'm not exactly sure that's actually—" He lets me go, thank God, and smiles at me "Just came to give you some good news. Three, to be exact" Three? Good news? "One, you don't have to bother about being forced to jog around anymore" He says, almost grinning now. Angels, somewhere are bl
The blond hair girl tried to scream as she attempted to make her body to stay afloat. Hands flailing and salt water clogging up her throat, she stared at the image of the dark haired woman some feet away from her. The water was threatening to drag her under and she was losing every energy in her trying to stay above. "Alright" The rope that was tied around her ankles yanked her out of the water roughly and unto the shore. Vanessa coughed out myriads of water as she struggled to breathe in now. She watched her Ma crouch to the floor and stare at her, her blue eyes studying "This is getting boring, Nessa. Why don't we play our own games?" The little girl knew she didn't want to play Mommy's game, but she didn't like the water either. "Can we just go in, Ma?" Ma's blue eyes shone as she stared down at her daughter, "Would you risk disobeying your Father? He's the one who had the brilliant idea of teaching you how to swim" But he's not here! "Nevertheless…" The woman bent and rais
Now, when Cream had told me not to worry about anything, I should have stayed awake and questioned his ass about what the hell he meant, but you see, I didn't because apparently, there's just something about a voice like his, that made me forget to do that. But before we talk about crazy Cream shit, guess who else decided to appear at the door of my class? "God, I can't believe I have to be with Coach again" I groan into my bag. After sleeping off on Cream's body, I reappeared in my room, and I swear, I haven't slept so perfectly in my life. "I could skip—" "You are not skipping class, Mr I-Nearly-Peed-Myself-In-My-Pants-When-I-Was-Called-To-The-Principals-Office" I cut Kai short, sending him a glare. Everyone's already left the class (because it's supposed to be a free period for certain people, club gatherings for some like Kai and Advanced Calc) "This isn't a class." He says, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "It's just club stuff." "Kai, your whole life revolves around
"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