Novel Ice Cream Mesa Novels & Stories

He had no inkling that a new Alpha had taken over the territory. And Brandon intended to take over much more than just the ice delivery. Ever the silent guardian, Brandon grabbed a fresh glass and poured chilled water over the ice cubes. He kicked off his shoes as he approached the bed, coming up behind Lyon with a single ice cube held between his fingers. "Mm. Thank you," Lyon purred, still staring at the city lights as Brandon reached around him to offer the glass. He sipped with his usual elegance at first, then drank with a visible greed until the glass was empty. "God. That is extraordinary."

Mas Suma and I have been here. Arrrrg.... Again, his name is there. "Please, I'll just order chocolate ice cream!" I said to the waiter. I sat on the balcony with a view of the garden in front of it. The cool air and the smell of flowers in the garden made me feel calm for a moment. Served a mountain of chocolate ice cream in front of me, I spoon ice cream that put in my mouth. The chocolate flavor makes me feel comfort. Mas Suma said, chocolate ice cream is good for cooling down.

It was a good sign to say the food was definitely good. “Mine would be rare. As for dessert, we’ll have the cream ice. We will both have it.” he said. The waitress dress in plain brown clothes with hair kept in by a handkerchief wrapped around her head has now left their table to make their food. “What’s cream ice?” Mrs. Welching ask. Apparently in those time they didn’t have ice cream yet. “It is the new dessert. I have tried it once, it was frozen milk which is perfect for the day for is hot. I will surely know you will like it very much,” he said confidently.

He glanced at the caller ID and stood up. “I need to take this,” he said. Miranda took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Mia. Then Mia noticed a little girl at the neighboring table. In front of her sat a uniquely shaped ice cream. Mia stared at it for a moment, clearly lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?” Miranda asked gently when she noticed Mia had gone quiet. “Mom, I’ve had that ice cream before,” Mia said. Miranda’s expression stiffened slightly. That kind of ice cream was only found in restaurants in Danesia. It wasn’t available back home.

Almost everyone in the diner are werewolves, and everyone are curious about their new Luna. The young server who comes over to us is a werewolf too, and she looks very nervous when she hands us the menus. “I know it doesn’t look like much,” I tell Maya, ignoring the menu. “But this place has the best ice cream sundaes in the whole state.” “I believe you.” “Are you hungry yet?” I ask.

After selecting a few flavors, she held the Rum and Raisin flavor of Best Nestled Ice Cream and put it on a tray near the refrigerator next to it. “This is funny!” She smiled as she felt alive again, feeling like a monarch in the castle as she had her attendant, butler, guards, and officers attend to her needs for the past few days. She opened the TV after she put the plate on her study table. She missed the New York channel and wondered when the project based on her poems would be pursued. After a few spoonfuls of the ice cream, she impulsively opened her emails. “Oh, no! How come I forgot to open this?" "It's been a few days." Marie’s right hand was on her forehead when she felt bad about

He didn't bother throwing it away, and tucked the used paper right back into his pocket as it was. "A little." The heat wasn't the main thing, Hermosa was now thirsty and stuck her tongue out to lick her sunburnt lips, "Can I have an ice-cream, sir?" "No." Brent refused her without a second thought. The last time Hermosa had eaten a small box of ice-cream, she had caught a cold and scared Brent: "If you're thirsty, I'll get you some water." "But I'm really craving ice cream." Hermosa's pregnancy had subsided considerably and she was craving milk chocolate and other sweet treats again. She stood in the shade like a child, clutching Brent's arm and pouting, "Just one, I'll take it slow, it'll

Every day, she got used to having him by her side, and she felt strange when he wasn’t with her, especially during the past nights when he used to sleep beside her. She stopped in her tracks when she saw a snack bar inside the shopping mall. It had a name, “Desserted Island.” It looked like a newly opened snack house. There was a display outside with free customized ice cream toppings when you ordered ice cream worth 500 pesos. Darn. Wasn’t that like 2.5 gallons of ice cream from the grocery store? She was planning to continue window shopping without going inside, but she was overjoyed when she saw a display of large, bright red strawberries.

I suggested and they all agreed. Meade Creamery is one of the best ice cream stands in the city and our go-to place when we're tired of life or simply when we're just craving for ice cream. It was there long before I started college in this city and it was one of my treasured places because I had a lot of memories with the most special people in my life especially that the owner warmly welcomed us and made us feel that her store was a sanctuary or some place you can laze around and put all your worries away. It became so special for us even after the passage of the owner and even though it was a sad news, the whole city was glad that the flavors stayed the same under the management of the re

Adam, with a playful smile, joined them, eager to indulge in the sweet treat. As the trio stood in the kitchen, the cool air conditioning providing respite from their earlier endeavors, Adam couldn't help but comment, "Well, do you know that ice cream can help soothe the soreness?" Isabella's curiosity piqued as she turned her gaze towards him, a playful grin spreading across her face. "No... How about we try it?" she proposed, her voice filled with a sense of adventure.