Love & Gelato Novels & Stories

The message of the song is sad and it really suits someone like her. "I like him." Nica mumbled to herself. Her head danced with the rhythm and she closed her eyes tightly to feel the music and his voice better. His hoarse voice is really like Lewis Capaldi's, who is the original singer of the song Someone You Love. She only opened her eyes when the song finished. She tried to find that man, but he already left the stage. She stands up and decided to leave with dismay.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

The pain in my ankle intensified. 'Don't move, I'll help,' he murmured, his deep voice brushing my ear as he gently massaged my ankle. And comfort spread through me. I shivered, my muscles tensing. His touch was intimate, almost like a mate's, and I blushed, enjoying the sensation. Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to stop. Soon, the car pulled up to a luxurious villa. 'We're here,' he said softly. 'Where is this?' I asked.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

“Hey Imogen.” Imogen rose up to greet her, hugging her tightly. “Maevey….” She kissed Maeve on her cheek before the both of them took their seats across each other. “I ordered ice cream for the both of us if you are interested.” “Ugh, yes please.” Maeve dumped her bag on the table, pulling the cup of ice cream towards herself. “Thanks, Imogen.” “You are welcome.” “I hope you haven’t been here for too long,” Maeve said as she dug into her ice cream.

"Of course, I do." He dipped a strawberry into the melted chocolate, coating it slowly, then held it up. "Open." I raised an eyebrow. "Bossy." "You love it." He signaled for me to open up and I did. My mouth closed around the strawberry, my lips brushing his fingers. “Good girl.” He praised. I held his gaze as I bit down, licking the chocolate running down his chin. He watched me chew and I watched him swallow, his tongue licking across his lip. I closed my eyes and savored the sweetness.

"Funny how you said the same thing last time. I just can't find loyalty around here, can I? First Mr Job—" "Our lovely janitor," she mused. "Now my assistant. The betrayal is getting too real, Olivia." I shook my head. "So are your extra working hours, Camiela. You run one gallery from nine in the morning to seven in the evening and then open up the other one from seven in the evening to four in the morning." "I don't stay there until four in the morning," I explained, closing my office door and hearing the lock click before we walked down the hallway toward the elevator.

They conversed briefly for a moment before Luca turned back to me. "What flavor would you like to try?" he asked. I scanned the colorful array of gelato, overwhelmed by choices. "Um... I don't know. Could you make a recommendation for me?" Luca nodded. "One stracciatella. And I'll have the pistachio, por favore," he added to the owner. We took our gelato and found a small table outside. I couldn't help but marvel at how different Luca seemed. He was relaxed, normal, goofy even. It was a side of him I had never seen.

“Like Daddy’s love for Mommy?” Xavier and Liora exchanged glances, then laughed. “Something like that,” Xavier replied. They stopped at a small gelato shop at the end of the street. The owner, an elderly man in a straw hat, offered them a local specialty. “The best hazelnut in all of Italy,” he said proudly. Evan nodded eagerly. “I want the biggest one!”