Miraculous Ice Cream Novels & Stories

"Shall we go in already?" She could see Sebastian taking a relieved sigh before nodding and getting out of the car. When they stood at the counter, the lady who was supposed to take orders was gawking at them. "The place is famous for shaved ice cream. Try this one, that's my favorite." He pointed at the board. "Alright, what flavor?" She asked. "It's condensed milk." My eyes lit up. "Condensed milk?" I smiled. "You like it?" "I love condensed milk."

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

The relaxing atmosphere of the cafe lulls me into a calm I haven’t felt today. “They have used ones?” I nod. She eyes the ones on sale while I nudge the burrito and coffee toward her. “It’s called Miracle Pill.” I pointed to the cup of iced coffee. She eyed mine. “It’s the same, but mine’s hot. Instant energy, trust me.” I blow on the steam on my cup. Sure that it won’t cool it down but do it out of habit. She takes a bite of the giant burrito and proceeds to scarf it down.

“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.

The machine sputters a little, but I manage to get perfect swirls on both cones before handing them over. “Here you go,” I say softly. Makayla gives me a bright, grateful smile as she takes hers. “Thank you, Mister Ice Cream Man!” Maverick accepts his, but he doesn’t take a lick. He’s staring at me, frowning like he’s trying to solve a puzzle in his head. A hint of suspicion moves across his face. Then, slowly, he says, “Wait a minute…” My heart skips. Makayla turns to him. “What is it?”

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

she whispered softly. That figure stood before her once again, aiming a gun right at her. "I... I have already been through this," Sua murmured, her knees nearly giving way. However, the voice of the incantation within her was not yet finished. Shivering, she pressed on. "That which rusts, that which freezes. Shall no longer bind the soul's traces. Let all shadows go home in the light. Return, return in peace." The illusion began to crack. The light of the incantation circled Sua's body, and the wartime world shattered like glass struck by a hammer.

Camille took her lip in, her grip on the railings tight. The kids came in from the kitchen with holding a cup of ice cream each, “You can do it miss Camille. My mum says close your eyes and you’ll see the magic happen.” Mary encouraged. “Ouch, so cold.” Vanessa sscreamed swallowing the ice cream in her mouth quickly. She smiled when she swallowed it successfully. She raised her head to meet different eyes on her, “Are we celebrating something?” She said slowly blinking her eyes as she stared at them. “The fridge was tempting, I only peeped through. Then I saw an ice cream. It was staring at me, I had no choice.” She pouted and everyone busted out laughing.

Madison Fucking A. How am I supposed to serve this customer ice cream when all the damn ice cream is gone from the small freezer? I’m shit-outta luck! I step away from the empty freezer, positing what other choice I have when a brilliant idea strikes down from the sky. What about the big freezer? Usually, it’s always locked, so there is no way of knowing what mysteries lay within. And what would you know? There is no lock on it this morning!

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.