Love & Gelato Novels & Stories

He was carrying two plastic bags that smelled like a heavenly mix of peanut sauce and toasted garlic. "I come bearing gifts," he announced, kicking the door shut behind him with a heavy thud of his heel. "Pad Thai and Spring Rolls. And I hope you like heat, because the guy at the truck said this will burn your soul." I spun the spaceship-style chair around, plastering on my best, brightest "disowned heiress" smile. "My soul is already burnt," I said lightly, my voice airy and carefree. "But my stomach is empty. You’re a lifesaver, husband."

"We'll get some gelato and rest in the shade, and then maybe we can visit the petting zoo you saw earlier?" Her face lit up at that and she nodded, letting me wheel her to the gelato stand where I ordered her favorite flavor—stracciatella, chocolate chip—and found us a bench under a large tree where the temperature was noticeably cooler. She ate her gelato slowly while I watched her carefully for any signs of distress, for any indication that we'd pushed too far. But she seemed content and comfortable despite the obvious exhaustion, and I allowed myself to relax slightly. "Papa," Giuliana said after finishing half her gelato. "Questo è stato il miglior giorno di sempre." "This has been the b

she said, handing me a bottle of Hennessy. I reached for the bottle and turned it upside down. I didn’t intend to drink so much. But man did I need it. Within a matter of seconds I began to feel the heat of the liquor coursing through my veins. Next thing I know we’re dancing and screaming One Wish by Ray J, which was my favorite song. Yes I’m a lover girl at heart so it’s only right we blast a little bit of r&b.

] “Lei è facile. Penso che anche se si potrebbe avere appena ci è costato. Hai bisogno di calmare il vostro amore gelosia, sai che ti amo solo. Sempre e per sempre.” [“She’s easy. I think though you might’ve just cost us. You need to calm your jealousy love, you know I only love you. Always and forever.”] _________________________

“Shall I have the head chef make a special one for you at home so you can keep looking at it? Without messing up the appearance of this ice cream and cake.” Helena laughed at that. “That's too much.” She took a bite of her ice cream. “Um... very good. It's refreshing.” She chose the mango and strawberry variant. The combination of fruit and milk contained in the gelato really spoiled Helena's taste buds. “You should try it, Michael.” Without hesitation, she scooped out a portion for Michael and offered it to him.

She was still laughing as I got in and started to head for Amorino’s. “So what does Amorino’s have for dessert? Remember, I’m not from here.” she asked. I’m not going to point out she’s focused on dessert rather than answering my question about her mom. We can loop back to that later. “Well, they are fantastic. They make great gelato. Not straight from Italy, but still good. They also have macaroons, waffles and crepes with gelato, and then hot drinks like hot chocolate, espresso, and tea.” I explained.

Seriously? "Here's something for you-" "You can wear that!" I snatched from his hand a t-back with Greece written on it. Why is there such a thing here? I marched out even though the foreign cashier was looking at Klein and me, chasing after each other. "There's Italian gelato here, would you like it?" I glanced at an ice cream stand we passed and then swallowed. Edmund's face irritates me but whenever I think of food... Gelato. "Okay, vanilla-strawberry."

Love. END

Familiar, gentle, and terrifying in its simplicity. He cleared his throat first. “So, uh, gelato?” She laughed. “Yes, please as off our daily evening routine.” --- They walked down to the corner stand, where an old man named Lorenzo served scoops the size of mountains. Rhea picked pistachio, Fenrak went for triple chocolate, and by the time they sat on the park bench, both had dripped half their order onto their hands. “This is ridiculous,” Rhea said, licking her fingers.

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"