Mango Cookie X Sorbet Shark Novels & Stories

Their bodyguard followed behind them with a distance, making sure to keep watch of their perimeters. “What flavor do you want?” Katherine squealed, looking down at various flavors, right outside the truck. There was Berry Blast, Hawaiian Punch, Mango Fusion, and much more. “I’ll have Banana flavor,” He finally said after a long while, grabbing a medium size cup and filling it with shaved ice.

He snatched the cone from Sumit 's hand and handed him to his ice cream. " I bought one pista for me and mango for you . It's summer time so mango ice cream is made with fresh mango." He explained. Sumit took a bite of ice cream and chuckled ," then why don't you buy two same flavour ." "Because the vendor has mango last scoop. So I have to select one pista." Vihu again explained in annoyance. "OH! LIKE THAT." Sumit again chuckled. " Sumit , you deliberately annoy me with these all questions, aren't you!?" Vihu raised his one brow and asked doubtfully.

she gasped "It's the only flavour I've tried and I don't think I'm ready to ruin my taste buds." Lauren looked at him surprised. She ordered mango sorbet and he ordered his salted caramel, they sat at the corner table and the place was almost empty at this hour, just one other couple near the window and a staff member reading something behind the counter. Victor ate his ice cream while Lauren found herself staring at him but then she looked at her sorbet. "Ask me something," he said. She looked up, "What?" "You've been composing questions in your head since we got in the car," he said. "I can tell you have a question for me.”

' I sat across from Suri as Patrick set a bowl of mango tapioca pudding in front of me. I just stared at it. 'Who eats something this sweet for breakfast?' The smell of mango hit me, and I frowned. "Why is there mango in this?" Patrick answered, "Julian had the mangoes flown in. They're his favorite..." My appetite disappeared. "I don't want it." A fork clattered against a plate. Suri looked up, her voice cool. "Connor Carter. Enough." I was already barely holding it together. "So now I'm not allowed to skip mango?"

He opened the car and carry me in his arms. "Hmm...I'm liking this already. Let's just snuggled and watch some movies." "Sure, we can do that if you want." He carried me and put me down, once we reached the sofa. "Ice cream, chocolate, or popcorn?" He asked me while walking to the kitchen. "James baby, you're speaking my language now. Ice cream, please. I'm taking a quick shower first, you can pick the movie." Half an hour later we cuddled up in front of the TV freshly showered, ice cream in hand, and watching some zombie apocalypse. I was holding my breath every five seconds. "This is a very frustrating movie, James."

I’ve never reacted to any man this way, and, I have no clue how to make it stop. Moon finishes first and sits back with his beer in hand and watches me eat. For the oddest reason, I’m not uncomfortable. I would love to know what he’s thinking, though. When I’m done, he reaches into the bag, pulls out four wrapped candies, and hands over two. The tacos are great, but El Tiempo is also known for its homemade Mexican candy. It’s dried mangos dipped in chamoy sauce. There is nothing else like it on this planet.

When they had gone far enough, she turned to smirk at me. Then, taking off Larry's scuba mask, she wrapped herself around Larry like a koala to a tree and jammed her lips on his. Larry was stunned for a moment, but he soon got into it and kissed her back. Seeing that, their buddies quickly made a circle around them, taking photos with their phones repeatedly. I watched from the distance, unaffected as Larry and Heidi kept swapping spit, my eyes fixed on Heidi's groin. None of them noticed the crimson slowly seeping out of Heidi's bikini, spreading into the water toward the sharks.

It was healing nicely, it should be not too visible in a couple of more days. Laying back on my bed, I started to get sleepy as I felt the coolness of the sheets against my naked body. Hours later I woke up to my alarm. It was not the best sleep, but it would have to do. I started my morning routine and prepared my shake. I was out of yogurt, then mentally noting myself that I really have to get to the grocery store, I make do without it and took the shake as is. Then I get changed and carry on as I got my helmet and my backpack, and out the door minutes later. Arriving at the office I was greeted by Kamaria, she was already in her office, she would do this sometime when she had some urgent

she says before turning around and reaching into their fridge for a glass pitcher, “You wouldn’t happen to be allergic to mangoes, right?” I shake my head, “No, not at all. What have you got in there?” She grins as she pours my drink into a tall glass, “Mango and vodka. It’s super good.” “Oh wow, now I’m intrigued.” She passes one over to Jake, and another one for Sam. She clinks her glass against mine. I nod my head at her and meet her eyes, “Cheers, love.” “Cheers,” The taste is incredible. There’s a hint of lime, and then the sweetness of the mango along with the kick the alcohol always brings.

It's a mango milkshake - my all-time favorite drink. I have been craving this for the last two weeks as the particular mangoes to make the drink went out of stock and weren't coming back any soon. I keep pestering the poor boy at our canteen counter but he is adamant with his answer and it is that the drink is not coming back to stock any time soon. I must praise his patience, given how he shows his sweet professional smile even after replying to the same annoying question over a hundred times. I am about to take the extra big-sized cup of the drink when another small paper packet catches my eye.