Ice Ice Fruit Novels & Stories

She turned to the window and said, "Yeah, they were really sweet. You missed out." Truth was, they were overwhelmingly sugary with a strong artificial flavor. She felt like her tongue had been attacked. Jayson tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "Do you know what those fruits are called?" Ariel turned to him. "You do?" Next time, she would make sure to avoid that fruit altogether. He tilted his head and said, "They're called Dumbyr." Ariel frowned, confused. "What does that mean?" Jayson put on a song. "They say if you eat them, you'll get smarter. Looking at you now, maybe it worked."

“What are your ideas, Miya?” I swallowed. “There are a few changes that could be made to the menu,” I said, “but one that has really been on my mind is the lemon pie. I picked up some prickly pears on my way in this morning, and I thought that the juice would add an excellent sweetness to the pie.” Samara raised her eyebrows. “Prickly pears, you say?” I nodded. “I know they are the national fruit of Fresonia.” Beside me, Fiona huffed.

The scent is so addicting I'm having trouble resisting the urge to press my nose into Killian's toned, shaven chest and breathe him in. Killian has this odd expression as h releases me. His fingers linger for a second too long, overflowing my body with an intense fever. I lift my chin, finding his soft eyes, and shiver at how familiar they seem, like we have met someone before, even though I'm confident this is only the second time I've met him. "Do you like Ben & Jerry's ice cream?" Killian asks without blinking. He is hovering above me, softly smiling. "I bought the cheesecake kind and thought I could give myself a treat since I'm bulking."

We are a different person when it comes to these decisions. “Mom, would you buy me a shake later?” Iris gently squeezes my hand to demand a reward after our long silence. She was referring to the ice scramble that sort of like a fruity shake with chocolate syrup. Iris calls it shake because of the flavor. If Luke's favorite back then is ice cream, this one is Iris's favorite. They both like cold and sweet desserts. Probably because of the place where we are living right now. It was famous. “All right, Iris. Just don't overeat because you might develop tonsilitis.”

" Let me just have a little taste " "No" He took the ice cream and placed it back in the refrigerator and then brought a fruit salad which contained peeled oranges, apples, berries, mango, banana, avocado pear, pineapple, strawberries, and guavas." you can eat this". he said pointing the bowl to her and frowns turning her face away. "I don't want that". " You have to, this will help". he persuaded her and she refused. "I don't want this, I want ice cream, I will scream and wake everyone up if you don't allow me to eat what I caved for ". she threatened and scoffed.

I stopped when I realized it was a huge tub of ice cream, “Woah, that is one huge ice cream,” “I know! That is why I bought it,” Sebastian looked like a child with his black eyes twinkling, “I have never seen anything like this in the city,” “You mean the sorbets? It’s pretty famous here in this province because a variety of fruits are abundant here,” Jade happily shared with us. “I am staying here for three years and this is the only time I have found out about it,” I sighed deeply. “Well now you know, shall we share it?” Jade asked before looking at my husband. He agreed with her decision as he decided to serve us in one bowl and sprinkled it with numerous toppings such as syrups, rice kri

JR lifted the Cup first, then passed it immediately to Soren. As Soren raised it high above his head, the crowd chanted their names. JR skated up behind him, wrapping strong arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Look what we built,” JR whispered. Soren turned in his arms and kissed him properly, the Stanley Cup gleaming beside them. Later that night, in their shared apartment overlooking the water, they made love slowly and reverently celebrating everything they’d overcome. Afterward, Soren lay with his head on JR’s chest, tracing the new tattoo on JR’s ribs: a small ice skate with the words ‘Owned on Ice’ and their wedding date beneath it.

Everything screamed luxury. When I was finally done, I opened the fridge and gasped at the wide varieties of junk food packed inside. But my eyes only landed on a glass bowl neatly tucked on the middle shelf. Fruit salad. I picked it with all gladness. Inside were bright chunks of watermelon, juicy strawberries, blueberries, and green grapes, with chunks of pineapple, cantaloupe, bananas and apple, lightly coated with chilled syrup. What a colourful world! I smiled, grabbed a plastic spoon, and helped myself to the colorful bowl.

The morning news cycle brought an entirely new vocabulary to the front pages, and the world refused to let the icy staircase image die. On SportsCenter, the analysts weren't dissecting Adrian Hayes’s defensive stats or his icetime percentage; they were zooming in on the pixelated edges of the viral photograph.

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.