The world, is a crazy place. This is undisputable fact. It is obvious fact. It is why I am, what I am, because why the fuck not? If the world was, who was I? "That's the cutest thing ever" Cindy says next to me, Ber's disgusted face at her ass kissing being the only cute thing. It's weird how I can kill someone for attention, but I can't stand how Cindy's bird claws cling unto me. And I'm a damn masochist! "Anyway, enough with me. Just kidding, I'm the only bright stars in your little boring, unimportant solar systems." I say with a smile to the people around me, "I need the plan going correctly, we would need this to celebrate after we win that stupid competition tomorrow." Someone from the group nods and says with a cocky smile, "Yeah. We're Aerians, we always win." "It's because Kitten's there, dum dum." I say with a roll of my eyes. Stupid people. "Taking about Kittens, you all are to bring gifts for her on Saturday. I don't care if it's a can of tuna fish, or milk, or even
"What's so funny?" I look up at him, my smile widening. Just remembered I have a nerd male with easily hurt feelings. "Oh nothing, it's just that I have a date, right now" "A d-date?" Caramel appears beside the male, his eyes a little wide, "With who?" I smile sweetly at him, "Kai." "Kai?" He looks completely lost. Like I just declared something insane. "Do y-you like him?" "Oh dear brother," I say, rolling my eyes, "What's there not to like? He wears glasses, acts like an obedient servant and most importantly, beat Strawberry in something. That last part, most especially, is total fuck material right there." I know it's a touchy topic for Ber. Any shit that shows how not perfect he is, is always a touchy topic, but at the moment, I didn't care. He had been mean to me. Strawberry only stares at me, "Fucking leave if you want to be a slut." My face twitches at the word, but I keep my smile intact as I blow a kiss at Mel and walk away. The bastard, honestly, he couldn't just
"Do you know how Aeria and Vino came to be?" I ask. He shakes his head. "No." "Oh good, that's one thing I know. History. I am good with it, all things considered." I say, clapping my hands together before coughing and saying, "Okay, so basically, five hot looking, handsome men, went on a cruise with their wonderful ship, and crash land, right here, in the wonderful country called Isle. They're billionaires, you see. Disturbingly rich ones, and they saw a potential money making land, and took it. This five men, used all of their resources to make their own country, called Aeria, from a part of the land and boom, Aeria was created! "They decided to send messages to their elite friends, asking them to move over, that they found a goldmine. You see, Roshnik Vale The First, took in all races, and those whose wealth was immense, but you see, their servants heard and told other servants who told more servants, that one day, upped and ran here to Isle, but Aeria wasn't a a place for them
"What are you doing there, boy?" The boy with red hair that glowed under the sun quickly moved away from the window, his eyes wide in fear as his Father walked to him, "I— I was just—." "Are you done with the work I gave you?" The man asked, his face in it's habitual frown which the boy would learn years late. He was old, too old to have had a son that was the age the boy was, but he had been a miracle and the man did not believe in wasting any extra time with the male. "Rafael, he was—." The man gripped the boys ear with his nails, pinching the lobe to make sure the young one cried out in pain as he said, "What have I told you about him? Haven't I told you that boy is not someone you should associate with?" "But he's my—." "Silence!" The man snapped, "Go finish your assignments, or you wouldn't be leaving the house for five months." "A-Alright. Forgive me, Father." My eyes fly open as I stare at the male hugging the plushie between us. I could tell it was another day, but it
We both turn, seeing a Mel encased like a small cocoon with the comforter around his body as he grips Vanilla's plushie tighter. Cream stands and I follow suit as I say, "You shouldn't be walking around with it if it was stolen, Mel." He starts blushing when I reach him, wrapping my arms around his back while Cream kisses his forehead, "N-Nilla wouldn't mind." "We didn't raise you this way, did we?" I whisper into his ear as he shivers, "Though stealing looks good on you." "I d-didn't steal." He was clutching the toy tighter to his chest, "I borrowed it, for like a few seconds, a-and maybe hours too." "So you plan on returning it then?" "Y-Yeah," Then he looks down on it, steam leaving his lips as adds, "Not just r-right now—" Cream presses himself to the male's body while I hold him in place before he makes Mel look up at him and say, "You're too adorable, Mel." Then he leans down and nibbles on his cheek. It's a thing that always gets Mel aroused, and even now, he tries to m
Chocolate only grins at me before sitting next to Caramel and winking, "Just having a little fun baby. What? Missed me?" Then he turns to his brother and pouts, "Oh, Mel. I didn't see you before I left." The little criminal thought Vanilla would ask him for the plushie and had gone into hiding until they had left and he returned it, "S-Sorry." "Oh, it's alright." He looks down, "At least, there is something else to keep me company." As soon as the swimming begins, I start reading my book. It was the easiest way to drown out the hoots and sceeams below until Coco stands and screams, "They won!" I am so close to punching him to the ground but I pause when I replay his sentence in my head, "They?" "The Vinians…" It's Mel who speaks, his eyes still looking below, "T-They won." "What?" I wear my glasses and stand, looking down. I can see them in their school uniforms gathering around someone, jumping in celebration before I turn to Coco, "How the fuck did that happen? And why the fuc
I cannot say that I have never been loved. I have. My Mother… She loved me in her own way. Even though I didn't understand it, even though it came with pain. She did. And my Father, he loved me as well. I saw it in his eyes when he spoke to me, when he told me about the world beyond the lighthouse, when he would also say that I was the most beautiful thing he had set his eyes on, and he had set his eyes on many things. I knew he loved me and I loved them as much as I could in return. But he left. He left me and he never came back. And Mother left as well. So what was I supposed to do if someone else I loved couldn't stay with me? Exactly. Nothing. "That's just total bullshit." Chocolate said, rolling his eyes. We were watching a K drama series, and one of the main characters, a girl, loved someone, but due to certain circumstances, she couldn't stay with him anymore. "Its not like she had a choice." "Don't give me that, kitten whiskers. Everyone has a choice." He pointed out
I mumble and obey, taking some of the cookies I hadn't eaten yet and walk to the door, pausing at it before I turn, realizing she's still looking at me, a sullen look on her face. I wave, and then she smiles one more time, waving back before I leave, closing the door and hearing her begin to play that same song again, but I don't stay long because I can tell the boys are below and run to my room, shutting the door with a relieved breath before taking off my clothes and entering the bathroom. But as soon as I'm done with the shower, I realize I didn't even lock my door and I quickly walk out of the bathroom, ready to sprint to my door and jam the locks before I spot the person on my bed and freeze. And at the same time, Strawberry sees me and stands, "Vanilla—" "I don't want to talk." I cut in, holding unto the door of my bathroom so I can slow down the way my heart is racing, "I'm not upset. You're forgiven, so you can—." "Just listen to me!" I raise an eyebrow, "If you're going
"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