Miraculous Ice Cream Novels & Stories

“Yes, that’s a mall.” “No, houses don’t float.” “I think that’s a radio station.” “No, birds don’t pay rent.” Their laughter filled the car like music. Then— “There!” Maya pointed out the window. “Ice cream team!” I followed her finger and saw a small roadside stand with a bright umbrella and a handwritten ICE CREAM sign. “Can we pleeease?” she begged. I turned toward her instantly. “No ice cream in the morning, Maya.” She pouted dramatically. But before she could protest, Desmond spoke up.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

he replied “Fine, you win. Permission has been granted dear sir” I added dramatically. Immediately I finished the dramatic statement Derick claps twice and I see waiters and waitresses with covered plates approaching our table. Behind them a trumpeter that plays beautiful people by Ed Sheeran. The waitresses approach us first and present what they were carrying. Three waitresses opened their plates and I see a strand of rose flower, a chocolate ice cream and a summer special ice cream shaker. Then the waiters arrive with two plates, one had a Sunday special strawberry shortcake ice cream with a will you be my friend soda water writing inscribed on it. The other a profiteroles cream puffs wit

Dhruv tried to make her understand but she still clung to her. "Promise?" Mira asked her and Adrita nodded at her. Then Mira saw an ice cream seller and quickly ran towards it, saying ice cream loudly. They both followed her but at a normal pace. "You want ice cream?" Dhruv asked her, showing his charming smile. "No, thanks, I want to but I catch cold easily!" Adrita denied him politely with a smile. "Cold? Yes! Mira, you will only get a small one, if you catch a cold, your mummy will burn me alive!" Dhruv told her and told the seller to give her a small one and she glared at his uncle.

“It’s called ice cream. It will take years before men would know how to make this. The people of the future take this when they have too much to think about, must be some kind of medicine.” Octavius a little closer to sniff at the brown-colored stuff, he didn’t trust Ashterah a bit but this was a side he never saw in her before. The ‘ice cream’ smelled strange but it made him salivate. He carefully opened his mouth and took it and immediately closed his eyes as it melted on his tongue creating a dazed sensation in his head. He swiveled it around in his mouth enjoying every single bit of it. “We came up with this?” he asked in amazement.

You’ll definitely get mugged outside if you hang around too long, but the inside? Neon lights flashed and old rock music played. The ice cream display and counter was the first thing you saw on your left when you first entered. A gothic chick wore an origami hat on top of her head. She blew a bubble and it popped as she watched us with a look that screamed she wanted to go home. Below the glass counter there were flavors you wouldn’t find in a normal ice cream shop and on top were spiked drinks. You just had to pick your poison.

Clarissa asked with a huge concern in her voice as she hurried to Zara's side. "No, Clarissa." Zara looked at Clarissa who looked into the bowl and saw nothing wrong. "This is a mixture of glitter and confetti. How do you expect me to eat this?" "Have you had a taste?" the woman asked, a relaxed look on her face. "Why would I-" Clarissa pushed a filled spoon into Zara's mouth and to her amusement, the glitter and confetti swiftly melted on her tongue to produce a sweet taste. Zara's eyes instantly widened, and she smacked her lips delightfully as she took another scoop of the strange-looking yet good-tasting ice cream.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

I must say, the ice creams here are so delicious; I never eat such mouth-watering ice cream. I took another cup of ice cream, as this would be the sixteenth one if I ate this with the seventh ice cream tub of vanilla. My mood, which was spoiled by that Asshole Campbell, is now saved by these ice creams. You know what is the most beautiful thing I love about these ice creams is that they have toppings of chocolate over their cones, which makes me eat them more as I love chocolate. I was licking my fingers after eating the sixteenth cone, but I was startled when I heard a halt. My breathing became heavy as I felt my head getting so cold, like my blood getting frozen.

When we were over, we sat into his car, and he proposed: “Do you want to grab some ice cream? I know the place, where we can buy the most delicious ones!” I laughed because of his enthusiasm and agreed to go. It was the ice cream cafe, called Ice Wonderland. It was a small, beautiful, colourful building, with a logo of an ice cream with a door on it, showing us the Wonderland. I loved it. When we came in, it was very comfortable there. The music was playing in the background, but it wasn’t loud, nor it was very quiet. The songs were calming. “Which one do you want?” Raf asked me.