Ice Ice Fruit Novels & Stories

Juna bought a bag, even though she was sure Rose could finish all of this. Juna came back and Rose sucked the pink water. "It's great. There are flavours of corn, strawberry, watermelon, melon, mango." Rose counts the ice cream flavours one by one, and first opens the taste of the corn. "Which, aren't these clothes our lease?" "Never mind. We'll just buy new," said Juna lightly, opening the watermelon-flavoured ice cream for his wife to eat. "We said we wanted to be thrifty." "Shhhhh! Shut up and enjoy whatever you want, lest you feel hungry."

He looks invested. "Not sure. A year perhaps." She follows his stare. "What are you looking at?" "What kind of fruit is this?" Pinching two fingers around the tiny fruit, Jin picks it up like it's some kind of contaminated object and brings it up to his eye level. His gorgeous face twists in concentration as he tries to figure out the identity of the weird fruit. It looks like a cherry if you take away the protruding strings. Yet it's also too big. The size of a kiwi. So it still can't pass as a cherry. Maybe a new crossbreed?

I shouldn’t let some scrawny girl disturb my peace. I step into the house, letting the door close behind me when I hear quiet giggles and chatting from the kitchen. I clear my throat when I walk in. It’s just Isabel and Dirty Diana. “Hi, Ben. I made you fruit ice cream,” she smiles widely, pointing at what looks like a molded lemon. I arch my brow at her. “What is that?” Her smile drops like she can already sense I don’t give a shit about her gesture. “Uhm… it’s a dessert. Lemon ice cream covered in hard-shell chocolate in the shape of a lemon. I know you like lemon-flavored ice cream, so I thought to make you something different than what you usually have. I promise it’s not bad, I used to—

She rolled her eyes before she speaks to him. "It's my favorite too, Niccolo. Mango is my favorite fruit. You're not the only one who likes the Mango flavor ice cream," Casey said. She tells him that Mango is her favorite fruit, too. Casey and Niccolo have the same favorite fruit. Cora heard their conversation, so she laughed at them.

I trail my fingers through his soft hair, admiring how it is. "Yes, I need some chilled fruit juice." "Not wine?" "No baby, I feel like taking something natural." He gives me a warm smile. "Sure, I'll bring it in the next minute. One minute please." I take an excuse walking out of the room to the kitchen where I make him fresh pineapple juice mixed with green apple. He really loves this mixture of fruits, best served chilled. I place it inside the high-tech freezer which cools stuff in barely seconds. I don't disappoint him with the time I kept because I'm able to return on time, even earlier than he expected.

Sabrina nods before reciting "one cube of ice and a dash of water," "Almost perfect buttercup, in the tub beside the ice chest are preserved twills Lemon adds just one to the glass the dash of water. The water must be from the Fiji water, not our standard combined water, it must be chilled to exactly 3 degrees! The ice cubes are frozen from Evian water and in the crystal canister on the side table. The Fiji water that's in the fridge which is hidden behind the drapes!" Sabrina makes a mental note of lemon twill, one ice cube, and Fiji water.

He picked up a rare fruit and started eating it, “Delicious. I’ve so much missed this,” Then he picked another one of the small brown fruit, “This is a rare fruit we call Ah-Kilse. Don’t mind its rough look. Have a taste, dear,” “Okay,” Lavana let him feed her the fruit and her eyes soon widened, “It’s even better than the watermelon,” she exclaimed with delight.

“To eat out, of course! They’re having a taste test of shaved ice in the square! You two should come with me!” “Shaved Ice…?” Mallory echoed, not knowing what it meant. “Yes, shaved ice.” Hazen licked her lips. “Anyway, are you going or not?” “What’s shaved ice?” Oddny mirrored Mallory’s expression of confusion. Hazen’s eyes widened. “You don’t know shaved ice?” Seeing them nod, Hazen slapped her mouth with a hand, then explained. “I see! Shaved ice is, to put it simply, you know—a block of ice then shredded! Then on top of the shredded ice, you could put any flavoring you like. I personally like strawberry syrup on top! If you don’t know what strawberry syrup is, it’s something made with wa

I put on another pair of gloves before I’d give myself another reason to go rinse my hands. After I was done, I opened up the fridge. There’s nothing a quick fruit salad can’t fix so I brought out the ingredients needed to quickly put it together. My assorted fruits were apples, bananas, grapes, strawberries and a pineapple. Little bit of honey since I’m a fan of natural sweetener than an organic sugar or the conventional sweetener. A little bit of lemon juice additionally, and lastly some bits of fresh mint leaves. Forty minutes later, my fruit salad was ready and served. I took an old bottle of wine down from the wine shelves then went out to the dining room where I took a seat and dig int

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”