Ice Cream Object Show Novels & Stories

she asks and I stare at the list above her. "Chocolate flavor," I cringe when she pulls her cloth down exposing her cleavage. "Paris brand." "Anything else?" she questions and I shake my head in response. She goes to get it and I wonder why there's only attendant available. "Biggest size?" She pokes her head from the curtain behind the counter and I nod. "how many?" "Two." I reply curtly and she blushs. Minutes later, she comes out handing me both of the ice cream with a paper.

If I ever left this place, I never want to come back as it is really capable of taking a toll on your mental health. I moved over to the next ghost. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll fail.” She explained, with a smile.

I present to you…the Ivory Radiance Cream! A large PowerPoint slide was projected, showing an exquisite, crystal clear white ointment. Jasmine trembled suddenly, shocked. "Isn't that...our product? Why is it on their screen?!"

I had already seen the decorative table along the far wall from across the room, the one with the carved ice display and the small silver trays nestled into it, pale and gleaming under the chandelier light. I stopped when I reached it. The trays were filled with scoops of cream-colored ice cream, each one sitting in a small pool of its own, cold, coconut halves arranged around them for decoration. I forgot, for approximately four seconds, that I was in the middle of a seduction. Is that coconut ice cream? I picked up a spoon before I had consciously decided to, and took a full, generous scoop and put it in my mouth, and then closed my eyes in immediate furious betrayal.

he asked. “Strawberry and Vanilla flavoured ice-cream please,” I stated. Felix smiled, “I will have what she is having.” I folded my hands across my chest staring coldly at him. “Why did you bring me here instead? How do I order a glass of Bellini? This is so unfair!” “You don't need that. Having Ice cream is the best way to change your mood. That's what you need!” “Allow me to be the judge of that…” I pouted.

He told her. “Hold this.” She heard him say, pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked up and saw an ice cream cone. “You trying to bribe me?” She asked, smiling as she took the ice cream. He laughed a little and added, “No, lick it, eat it, let it melt, or smash it in my face.” They both laughed and she started licking the ice cream. “When you’re done, I got something I want to show you.” Felan looked at him and started shaking her head. “Come on.” He said, motioning with his head for her to follow.

Regardless, I hoped I would successfully complete it. "Off you go!" she snapped her fingers, and I found myself back in our world. I headed toward an ice cream stand located not far from my house. Just as the ghost had described, a customer was purchasing two ice creams. As I approached, one of the ice creams materialized in the middle and quickly shuffled, obscuring its true form. Time seemed to freeze, and everyone around me paused.

Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan looked at each other, unable to understand what was wrong with Mu Zi. The ice cream that Zhuang Jia bought is the kind that can be DIY free-mixed, ice cream is the main ingredient, inside you can add jam, chocolate sauce, cheese muffins, cereal rings, outside sprinkle a layer of crushed Oreo cookies, or colorful fudge, and then insert a thin egg roll, the girls love it. Mu Zi opened her mouth and asked, "If you guys bought a cup of ice cream, and were eating it when it was suddenly bumped into, and the ice cream fell to the ground, and the other person bought another cup of ice cream for you, would you forgive each other?"

— I hope I got the flavors right. She watches the ice cream, it has chocolate and the top ball smells like condensed milk. I see her filling the little spoon with a portion and taking it, smiling right after. — Yes, you did, – he says. — Maybe it's not that hard to decipher it, – I add.