Ice Cream Ice Cream Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

While we were still talking, a man in an ice cream cone costume walked towards us holding a book and a pen. "Welcome to our ice cream parlor; your excitement is our priority; we live to fill your tummies with delicious treats," He said, and Sarah immediately clapped her hands while laughing. "What can I get you today?" The man asked and I stared at Sarah, allowing her to order her ice cream. "I want a strawberry ice cream with so many cherries on top," She said and the man wrote it down. "Good girl, you know what will happen if you have more than one bowl of ice cream?" I asked and she nodded, "All my teeth are going to fall out" She replied

"I don't know what flavor you like but there's this really nice combo I want you to try. I promise, if you hate it, we'll get what you want and trash what I ordered." I only smiled and nodded in agreement. "The usual." He answered the man who disappeared for a few minutes and returned with two heavy cones of different flavors. Mint-chocolate, chocolate and strawberry were stashed over each other on the cone in big quantities. It was a miracle all that ice cream could fit on such tiny cones. "I still can't believe you eat ice cream." I mumbled as I took the cone. Seeing it clearer now, the man hadn't just stashed the ice cream over each other, he had mixed them up.

The temptation to do the same was at its peak and hence like a cute girl with pigtails, I went to the white beard man selling the ice cream and with a big smile, I asked him for a strawberry, chocolate, and butterscotch-topped ice cream. The man selling the ice cream looked at me confused, and that is when I realized that maybe he is not getting what I want to say. Pouting I looked at the ice cream and then at the man. Who apologetically looked at me. "Dalle un caramello al burro, cioccolato e gelato alla vaniglia" came an order from behind me, in a very firm and familiar voice. (Give her butterscotch, chocolate, and vanilla ice cream.)

he explained, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “No way.” I gasped at the new information. The little bell above jingled our arrival. "The man who manages it owed me a favor. I thought... maybe we could do this.” A smirk appeared on his face. “A chance to make our own ice cream.” My eyes went wide. "We really are going to make our own ice cream? Like... from scratch? It takes hours, Todd." "However it works." He shrugged and that goofy grin was back on his face.

I say. Dominique slips his hand into his pants pocket and pulls out a dollar bill. As he hands the bill to the ice cream man, I give the ice cream man my order. A few minutes pass by and the ice cream man gives me an ice cream cone, with vanilla and chocolate in a swirl on top of the cone. I take it, telling him a quiet thanks. As we turn away from the ice cream truck, I eat from the swirl, the cold sweetness landing on my taste bud and I moan. Dominique watches me with need, his hand still laced with mine as I eat the ice cream. My tongue slips out of my mouth to slide slowly across the swirl. He groans, fighting the urge to slam me against the ice cream truck and merge our lips.

Soon I reach the shop across the street and quickly order chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry slabs of ice-cream. The ice cream man hands me a teaspoon of currant-flavoured ice cream to taste, and as I feel that cold, sweet taste in my mouth, an inexplicable feeling comes over me. A craving. A passion and the image of Paul leaps to mind. I immediately open my eyes and refuse to believe what I've been thinking. It's shocking!

The old man asked with a smile. "Vanilla." I said happily. "I don't sell regular flavoured icecream." He said chuckling. "Eh?" I mumbled. "I have this kinds of flavours, pampered love, sweet sweet, cool summer..." The old man explained but was cut off in the middle. "I want pampered love." Max said interrupting him. "I'll take sweet sweet then." I said and soon two cups of icecream were given to us both. Max paid and we were on our way to the busstop while licking our ice creams.

And it didn’t surprise him when she said, “Chocolate.” He nibbled on his lips and let his gaze linger on her before looking at the man. His gaze immediately hardened and his expression turned cold. The man flinched at the sudden change as Rhys muttered without any emotion. “One chocolate.” The man nervously nodded and made a full cone. Amara asked. “Do you not want it?” “No. I don’t eat ice-creams.” He said ushering her towards the bench after paying. “Then don’t ask me to give you a bite later.” She grumbled thinking how could someone resist the temptation of Ice cream.

His mustard hair and hazelnut eyes caught their attention, and they thought he's a foreigner; given that the man also has a smooth pale white skin. "How much is the ice cream?" The handsome guy asked to the store's owner. He started picking up a strawberry flavored ice cream from the huge fridge that was placed inside the store and near from the three bystanders. "Ohhh~ That guy is so handsome," Seungkwan complimented as he sucks on his mocha ice drop. "He looks very intimidating," Hoshi added and licks his banana ice cream. "He looks like a milk," Dokyeom's comment that confused Hoshi and Seungkwan. 'Like a milk?' they wondered. Anyway, they choose to ignore his weird comment.

I got vanilla, while Lily got the strawberry flavor. I took a bite of my ice cream, and it was amazingly delicious. We made short strides as we turned and headed home. That was when suddenly, someone bumped hard into me from behind, making me drop my ice cream and my purse, and they fell to the ground. "Hey, watch where you're going." I made a half turn to see the huge, muscular man that bumped into me without any apology, alongside two other men with the same build that were with him. The men kept on going as if they hadn't just bumped into us.