Yesterday, Doc takes me to get some clothes (I had to wear her sweater and sweatpants out but I honestly doubt I'd ever return it) and my uniform.Not that I ever saw it after she bought it.When we returned, she asked what else I'd like to have in my room, as something personal for me since she had been the one who actually made the room and would like it if I left my own signature piece.Chocolate has his personal changing room.Caramel has a mini library.Cream has a water dispenser (turns out he's a fish. Are you surprised? I'm not)And Strawberry has a punching bag in his own room. Obviously, it's a sign of him needing help but I'm not saying a word about it.I, on the other hand, get five teddy bears.Why am I being the creepy teddy girl?Well, I'm glad you asked.Asides from the obvious fact that I'm absolutely terrified of sleeping alone because of the dreams I have, I also wanted to make sure Chocolate never has space to stay on my bed again so I can just sleep in peace.But
"Oh come on, it'd be fun!" "Well, dear Chocolate. Anyone who knows you and I can boldly state that I do because you've been on me like a leech for three days now, would know that your example of fun always has pain involved!" "But think about the sports bike! Who wouldn't like to be on a sports bike? Especially a bike that I'm riding in?" "I don't care!" There had a car they drove to school. An Audi Q5 anyway, but it was Strawberry who drove and it was also painfully clear that if I crossed my limits and entered the car as well, he'd happily run the car off the bridge and kill everyone just so I'd die too. So Coco, kindly, said he'd drive me to school. I mean, at first I was terrified out of my wits. Who in the lord's name would give Coco a car to drive? Did they not even worry about the pedestrians on the street? But no. It had to be a sports bike. Which is clearly worse. "Don't be like this, Kitten" Chocolate says, resting on the bike "We're going to be late. Not that I h
The first person to ever know what I really was, was my Ma.Alistair Montgomery was many things, and one of this things, was her ability to read people. It helped her in gossip groups, rising in fame—Helped her in handling me."Are you alright?"I look up from the book I was dawdling in. Doctor had given me saying I could write whatever I wanted in it, that was if I did not feel okay enough to talk to her myself that was.But I would never write what I felt. What I thought.It didn't help anyone.Kai is sitting some feet away from me, a look on his face that reminds me of how Lily looked at me when Mother Superior brought me out of her basement.I hated it.I chuckle, closing the book "Yeah. My shoulder still kinda hurts though""Wanna go to the clinic?" He asks.I give a brief shake of my head "No. It's just a light bruise, it'd go away"I try to reach out for it again, wincing one more time. I think I hit the handle of the locker and hurt something, I don't even know anymore."Um,
Throughout the whole day, no one talks to me. Though I'd rather they had because the side talks and eye stares were uncomfortable but Kai made it bearable.For one, he tried widening my japanese vocabulary but I was really glad I only knew certain phrases and didn't want that to change."But it makes you look like an idiot" He said"A kawaii one" I replied with a wink.He groaned."But when I realized that school was over, my body tensed.Kai wouldn't be there.Kai couldn't make me feel comfortable.Of course he realized my sudden quietness but I didn't give him an explanation. I know that there was no need for me to worry about going back because I was fine before but that fees so long ago.Kai hd offered me a ride home but I didn't want him to see that I lived with them so I just told him I already had a ride though I doubt I still did after everything that had happened.I walk into the girls bathroom, glad that it's quiet and empty as I stare at my reflection.My hair needs obvious
For as long as I can remember, I have never been brave.I always tried to avoid trouble, always tried to make sure no one got into trouble because of me. Most of the times, I would rather make myself suffer for as long as I could if it meant no one would get hurt.I didn't want to be a burden to anyone anymore.It was why the first time I met Chocolate, I kept running away from him, but he was the most persistent person I had ever met.Sure, there were days he terrified me but instead of me to be scared of what he was, it only made me want to be by his side and help calm him down as much as I could.That way, it would be like an equivalent exchange right?He protects me, and I care for him.But Chocolate was never the type to show emotions, and when he did, it was like he made an enormous mistake and he would replace it with a laugh and a grin.I never told him, but he always made me feel useless.Cream and Strawberry as well.When I tried placating Ber, it always ended up with me alw
I fucked up.I know that. I knew I was going to the moment I felt her hand on my arm and an electrifying feeling nearly shut down my senses.But I didn't feel sorry for what I did.So what? She was the one who broke my personal space first! No one even touches me when they know I'm pissed! Except Chocolate, but he's a maniac.I hiss as a small voice in my head tells me that she didn't know that but I ignore it, my eyes still on the two figures in the yellow painted room.Doctor is on a chair, Vanilla seated on the floor facing her bed while she rakes a hand through her blond hair, each movement so gentle that it doesn't surprise me when I can hear slight snores leave Vanilla's lips.And it also doesn't it surprise me when Doctor uses her other free hand to send a message to me without even looking back.Close the door and go to your room.I clench my fist, the thought of leaving them alone horribly unpleasant but I knew she was already upset with me and I didn't want to push my luck s
The next two days pass so fast and I really hated it.Due to the fact the handle of the locker I was shoved into it before had bruised my shoulder and Strawberry slamming to the wall, it had practically shifted a bone out of place and I had to wear a sling all the time.I mean, I didn't even know how bad it was till Doctor found me on the floor of my room, grasping my hand in pain and she checked it for me and took me to her room which was different from ours and yet, still the same.Her walls had a dull yet cool colour to it, but around it was a white bed with two white comforters and a white duvet, a caramel coloured vanity desk and wardrobe, a chocolate coloured couch, armchair and chaise lounge, red curtains—And a yellow grand piano. It looked like it was just newly painted anyway. She never told me what the significance meant but I could tell a bit. The room looked like a black and white scene from some dreary movie but when you saw the colour around the place, it gave a calming
When I'm done with showering, I wear my bra with my crucifix resting in between my breasts and panties with my knee length socks, staring at my reflection through the closet mirror.The scars are still on my body, hidden in places that were the least obvious because my Ma was very skillful in that sort of things. Knowing how to hide things.I had never had much body fat, which was surprising cause I ate a ton but she always used to say all my food just went to my head and came out when I began to say shit that didn't correlate with anything.Honestly, if all the food I eat could just kindly move to my butt, I'd be really grateful.Wait, that just means a lot of shit coming out of my ass. Okay. Gross. Skip.I hear my door open as Caramel walks in "Morning, Vanilla, I—" Then as usual, the customary closing of his eyes happens as he shrieks those very popular four words of his. "I didn't see anything!"I smile now, knowing that he did see something, before I turn around to face him. "Go
"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