Novel Ice Cream Novels & Stories

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.

I obeyed and she chased me down the sidewalk and I pretended to run away. I was sure the paparazzi was having a great time taking pictures from us. Finally, we made it to the ice cream shop and I was so happy to finally get my vanilla ice cream. Of course Mia made fun of me for picking such a basic flavor but I explained to her that vanilla was the original best flavor. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to order the most complicated flavor on the menu. It was some sort of chocolate ice cream with walnuts, salted caramel, chocolate clusters and about three other ingredients that I couldn’t make out.

Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan looked at each other, unable to understand what was wrong with Mu Zi. The ice cream that Zhuang Jia bought is the kind that can be DIY free-mixed, ice cream is the main ingredient, inside you can add jam, chocolate sauce, cheese muffins, cereal rings, outside sprinkle a layer of crushed Oreo cookies, or colorful fudge, and then insert a thin egg roll, the girls love it. Mu Zi opened her mouth and asked, "If you guys bought a cup of ice cream, and were eating it when it was suddenly bumped into, and the ice cream fell to the ground, and the other person bought another cup of ice cream for you, would you forgive each other?"

“Ice cream.” I rolled my eyes so hard it actually hurt. “Unbelievable,” I muttered to the empty room. I sat there, tapping my pen against my knee. I tried to review the next section on possessive adjectives, but my ears were turned to the distant sound of the freezer door opening and the clink of a spoon against a bowl. A minute later, Noah sauntered back in. He didn’t sit in the arm chair this time; he dropped onto the edge of the coffee table directly in front of me, a pint of dark chocolate ice cream in one hand and a silver spoon in the other.

The world is still dark when I step out of the car. It’s barely five in the morning, the kind of cold that bites through my jacket and settles in my bones. The high school’s security lights cast a soft glow over the frozen pond, just enough to make the ice shimmer like glass. My breath curls in front of me as I stare at it. The ice. My ice. The thing I used to love more than anything. My stomach twists. Coach Daniels stands beside me, hands in his pockets, watching me carefully. “Take your time,” he says. “We’re not rushing anything.”

Raven smiled "I cooked. Who's hungry?" The two pair of twins eyes lit up as the four said "Hotdogs?" "And other healthier things. Papa also got ice cream too" She said with a smile. "Yay!" Everyone quickly began to rush in as Elle passed Raven a kiss and a hug to Axel, Rin waving before she pulled them in. Axel turned to Raven "I don't remember buying ice cream" She smiled "I know. I just want to see disappointment on their faces" He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North"

I tip the server because most of them are underpaid. It is 7pm and we are walking on the sidewalk. People are loitering outside. This city really never sleeps. I saw a dairy queen and according to Eric it is an Ice cream shop so I drag again Gideon to get some thise blizzards. A meal is not complete if there is no dessert. On our way there I shivered because it is slightly cold and suddenly Gideon lends me his Jacket which is so movie like. This the first time I'll eat Ice cream in dairy queen so I am excited. It took me a long time to choose what flavors will I buy but in the

"Is this the ice cream place?" "It is," I say. "Can we go in? Do you have any ice cream yet?" I look at Noah. He has the expression of a man whose carefully orchestrated romantic gesture has been enthusiastically dismantled by three children and he is choosing to find it funny. "I don't know if there's ice cream," I say. "There is," Noah answers. "But alas, only the store bought kind... until your mother starts making her own unique flavours." "Well then," I say. "Let's go in and have some ice cream."