Love And Gelato Age Rating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What about you?” I bit my lip before pointing. “Strawberry and vanilla.” He smirked. “Classic.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. We took our gelato to a bench outside, the afternoon sun warm against my skin. The first taste was bliss—cold, creamy, sweet. I sighed in contentment, and Adrian chuckled beside me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy over food.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Ice cream is different.”

I said, distracting him from the boy's complaints. He stared at the gelato he had ordered moments ago, strawberry flavored with mint leaves on top, giving the mixture a sour, slightly sweet, and refreshing aroma from sight. The boy scooped out a small mouthful and ate it, blinking a few times as he swallowed it. I looked at my son with some curiosity. "How was it? Is it good?" "Very good, Mom!" The boy's eyes lit up, and his hand returned to bribing the gelato into his mouth, murmuring a wordless pleasure.

he said, his eyes reflecting a fond exhaustion, “are the only sweetness I need. But if gelato is the excuse, then I will follow you anywhere.” Leaving the tension of the Grand Mansion behind, we slipped out into the outside. We found a small, familiar parlour just a short walk away, its windows glowing with a warm, inviting light. For the next hour, seated at a small marble table, the world narrowed down to the simple, shared pleasure of creamy pistachio and rich dark chocolate. “Why are you so fond of chocolate?” Malcolm asked as I settled with my gelato. I glanced at him, taking a thoughtful first spoonful. “Hmm... because it's simply wonderful.”

"Thought so." Half an hour later, I decided to stand up and head to the kitchen. Conrad with a confused look on his face, just followed me all the way until he realizes that I'm here to eat. "Is that gelato?" I just took a spoonful of gelato into my mouth. "Yup, and I love it." Conrad disagrees with me, "No way. You like strawberry ice cream more. Or maybe vanilla. There's no way that you prefer gelato than your two favorites."

Just as his fingers found my clit, I moaned loudly and clamped my mouth shut immediately. "No, no! Don’t do that", he scolded. and slapped my ass, "I want to hear your moans baby." I sucked in a breath when his finger played with me once again. I felt my legs becoming jelly. "We_we’re in the garage.." I croaked out, reminding him of our surroundings. Even if I was shameless, I couldn’t be seen like this. He didn’t budge. "It doesn’t matter, I want them to hear you moan when I give you the best birthday present ever."

inquired the elderly man, and I gave him my full attention. "Don't worry, Mister; everything is OK with me; still, do you think it would be okay if we had lunch here?" I said, and he repeated the query. "What's the problem, Young Lady?" he said. "Mister, did you know that this establishment has five stars?" "Yeah, I know," he replied shortly after. "So, why do you recommend we eat here?" "Oh, I've been negligent in not presenting myself to you," he said as he introduced himself, "My name is Rogelio Grande."

Getting to his car—a sleek black Jeep—I opted for the backseat. We drove to Bella-Anima, a suburb known for a wide variety of gelato. When I celebrated my tenth birthday, Papa brought me here. He'd been financially stable then. Alessio parked in front of the ice-cream parlours: Sapore Dolce. "Here we are. Rina?" I snapped my gaze from the window. "We've arrived. Come on. Let's go in." My gaze left him and went to the parlor. Mindlessly, I shook my head. "No, I…we can't be seen together." I had to take the necessary precautions. Once bitten twice shy. "I'll stay here."

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

He said I was still so young and had a lot to experience, it was true he was wiser beyond his years, he had been a vampire for over a century after all. But in the end there was no choosing when it came to having a mate, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted. And besides it would be just too painful for the both of us if we kept ourselves separate for any longer than we already had. So as soon as I had my twentieth birthday, I sniffed him out and found him again. We both still couldn’t truly believe a vampire and werewolf had been destined to protect and love each other for eternity. This was just so unheard of and absolutely forbidden.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been