Ice Ice Fruit Novels & Stories

* some mature content* After Miranda left her office, she decided to her favorite coffee shop and try to relax her mind from all the stress of work. She entered the shop and sat at a table that was in a corner. She wanted to avoid reporters and all their cameras and tons of questions. As she sat down,she started going through the menu and decided to order a traditional espresso and a grilled chicken wrap. For dessert, she ordered a piece of chocolate cake. A young lady who looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties,with a beautiful round face, a sharp pointy nose and big eyes which looked tired but beautiful, and had long curly dark brown hair took her order. Her voice was sharp

She hung up. I placed my phone on the island and opened the fridge. There was ground beef, potato and salty green olives and ice wine in the fridge. Ice wine was a favorite. I liked sweet stuff. I’d gotten it when I went to Canada for a business meeting. Zesa never touched it. She wasn’t a fan of sweet stuff. Simply staring at the ingredients in the fridge, I knew what I was going to prepare. Beef picadillo. While readying the ingredients, I got a call. I wiped my hands clean before going to check my phone. Nina Meyer. Again. This time, though, I answered to avoid further distractions. “What do you want?”

“Huh? But we can’t even go outside the school everyday.” Ponjie saw an ice cream stand and started to salivate. Fruto saw him and so they headed toward the ice cream man along with a few kids who wanted the same. “Not really going outside. I’ll just have to find something on the internet. After all, I am not an adult yet.” “Ohh! That makes sense. Wait, i'm going to buy an ice cream. Which flavor do you want?” “Chocolate.” “Okay.” Ponjie bought ice cream while Fruto waited for him a few meters away. He observed the halls decked with bright lights when he spotted a few of the people he saw in school.

Lily is practically vibrating with glee. Nikolai lifts her up with one hand like and sets her on a stool at the counter. “Alright, princess. You get first pick. The sky’s the limit.” Lily’s eyes go comically wide at the thirty-one flavors glowing under the glass. “They have unicorn sparkle?!” The girl behind the counter grins. “Cotton-candy ice cream with edible glitter and gummy stars.” “I want that one!” Lily bounces. Nikolai just smiles. “We'll have that with two vanillas.”

“Not when she falls asleep after eating. What else is on the menu besides nuggets and ice cream?” “Is a fruit cup fine? They have one that has honey as the dressing and whipped cream.” “What kind of fruit does it have?” “Strawberries, oranges, pineapples, grapes and blueberries. The grapes are seedless and it kind of looks like a rainbow in a cup.” “Then it's fine.” “What are you getting?” “All the meat they have to offer and a chocolate milkshake.” “I was expecting you to get an Oreo one instead of plain chocolate.”

Mara said, looking at the wall above the bookcase. "Moving day," Sienna said. "February." Mara looked at it for a moment. "The light is wrong for February," she said. "It's too warm. It looks like it was taken in the afternoon in early spring." "Late February," Sienna said. "The afternoon. It was unseasonably warm that day." Mara nodded. Not correcting herself. Simply updating the information. "The lake is visible in the background," she said. "The quality of the water is exactly late February. The surface texture." She paused. "It's a good photograph."

He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone. When he got his drink, he snapped a picture and sent it without thinking. The label on the side read: ICED LATTE — OAT — 1 PUMP VAN _JPEG_ : (photo) i have human fuel MegaMax_31: since when do you do vanilla? _JPEG_ : i pressed the wrong button MegaMax_31: coward Jamie took a sip as he turned toward the door, the sweetness subtle, almost comforting. “Caramel macchiato for Max!” Jamie almost dropped his coffee.

I pour the entire bottle of apple juice into the cooler, along with the fruit punch and crangrape mix. Once all the fruit juices were completely emptied, Gianna then begins filling the cooler with vodka, rum and peach ciroc before topping it all off with fresh fruits.

The Ice King. He looked exactly like the nickname sounded. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way that irritated me on principle.Then his eyes landed on me.His mouth twitched immediately. “You look terrified.” “I am terrified.” “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since we met.” I glared at him. “I hope your skate blade snaps.” “Careful, sweetheart,” he said lightly as cameras flashed around us. “People are watching our love story.” “I hate you.”

This wasn’t about him anymore. He answered quickly, scoring for his side with a powerful shot that earned grunts of approval from the others. The game intensified. We drifted across the ice, sticks clashing, breaths visible in the cool air. As I paused to quickly adjust my skate laces during a brief stoppage, a brutal force slammed into me from behind. I lost balance completely, crashing hard onto the ice. Pain exploded across my face as the old wound on my lip split open again. Blood flowed freely, warm and metallic, staining the ice beneath me. I looked up, dazed. It was Liam. But he wasn’t smirking or satisfied. His face had gone pale with terror, eyes wide as if he hadn’t expected the fa