Novel Ice Cream Mesa Novels & Stories

Cassandra Today I picked up Miles. I always enjoy picking him up and greeting him with a happy face. After that, Miles immediately invited me to go to a café that had caught his interest ever since he passed by it, a sweet café dominated by chocolate. Since today was so relaxed, I went there with Miles. As soon as we entered, greeted by the truly delicious scent of chocolate, I felt that this was a great place to make Miles happy. “I want this monster ice cream,” he immediately told the waiter his order.

Maya, the omega in Adam's werewolf pack and the adept manager of his household, moved gracefully between the countertops, orchestrating a symphony of culinary delights. As the delightful aroma beckoned, Noah, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, entered the kitchen. Maya, noticing his presence, smiled warmly and beckoned him closer. "Hey there, Noah! Would you like some ice cream?" she offered, gesturing towards an array of vibrant flavors neatly arranged on the kitchen island. Noah's eyes widened with delight, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!" Maya chuckled, scooping a generous serving of chocolate ice cream into a bowl. The rich, velvety texture promised a delightful treat for Noah's tas

There was no teaching that imbecile. Shaking my head, I turned my face to the other side where a new ice cream shop just opened up. The front door was filled with homeless kids who wanted ice cream but the owner was a major witch, chasing the kids with an egg mixer. She looked just like her shop which wasn't much. No wonder she was a lonely heifer.

“Miss? We’re at the station.” My eyes flew open. The ice vanished. The arena vanished. The pain vanished. All that remained was the weak air conditioning of the bus blowing against my cheek and the thundering of my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. I blinked hard, forcing the lingering shards of the fall to dissolve. Outside the window, a familiar sign slid into view: Welcome to Silver Ridge — Home of the Silver Wolves. Home. The word felt foreign on my tongue. Passengers shuffled around me, grabbing bags and stretching stiff legs. I pulled my duffel into my lap, fingers trembling just enough to annoy me. The fall always felt too real, like my body hadn’t figured out it was over

I ignored the girl whose eyes threatened to pull a hole across Mason's head. They didn't have cones, so we ended up buying two big cups of ice cream. As we walked back, Mason held the plastic bag, holding the ice cream in one hand and my hand in the other. “Were you jealous?” He suddenly asked. My neck heated up. “Of course not, why would I be jealous?” I asked back. I didn't need to look at him to know that he had a mischievous smile on his face. “Why did you even engage her in a conversation?” I asked, feeling the bashfulness turn into disappointment.

Izzy was pleased when the cashier also gave Robert and Madrigal free ice cream cups, which the two happily started eating. Izzy joined in, and Jane and Margaux quickly finished theirs while Izzy hadn’t even reached half. “This is so good! What flavor is this? I wish I’d just ordered this one…” Jane said, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. Margaux followed her lead. For some reason, Izzy suddenly felt a wave of nervousness hit her chest. She quickly scanned for Robert and Madrigal, who, like Margaux and Jane, were sitting close to the entrance.

I settle her on the sofa with a glass of water, just in time for Oscar to call up the stairs, “Jefe, te necesitamos aquí abajo. ¡Estamos ocupados!” (Boss, we need you down here! We’re slammed!) “¡Ya voy, Oscar!” (On my way!) “Go, go!” Mama waves me off. “I’ll be fine.” I kiss her again and run back down the stairs. Oscar wasn’t lying—La Mesa is packed. It doesn’t slow down for two full hours. After the rush, I offer to clean the outdoor tables while Paula handles the floors. It’s about 3 PM. The December sun is warm but bearable. I head outside with a dish bin and start wiping down the tables.

he says smiling. “Do we have any ice cream?” she asks. McKenzie gets up and goes inside bring out a tube of Ben and Jerry’s. River takes it from him and eats it with her steak. “Well, okay. It’s been a bit of a wired day so why not” McKenzie says after watching her eat nearly the whole tube of ice cream with the steak.

The glass windows on the outside allowed the customers to choose the flavors they preferred. I smiled widely as I looked around at the nostalgic décor. Joshua and I held hands as we approached the counter. I looked in the windows and noticed an ice cream that was a beautiful shade of pink, with chocolate swirls and cherry halves throughout. I loved the look of it. I found out it was called cherry cordial ice cream and I ordered a waffle cone of that. Joshua ordered his favorite cookies and cream waffle cone. I smiled, “You are so predictable. There were so many flavors to choose from and you didn’t even consider ordering anything other than your favorite. I’ve never tried cherry cordial ice

The alpha king’s pack was bigger than any pack I had ever been to, and there were so many new things to try. Tina had taken me to a massage place first, where we laid for an hour while a lady worked on my entire body. After that, we went to a small shop and ate before heading to a stall where I tried a cold, slushy liquid with a cracker-like biscuit underneath. Tina had called it ice cream, beaming excitedly as we bought it. Misha had complained about her age and avoiding sugary things, but still ended up buying one. “Which one do you want?” Misha asked after getting hers.