Novel Ice Cream Novels & Stories

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.

I shouldn’t let some scrawny girl disturb my peace. I step into the house, letting the door close behind me when I hear quiet giggles and chatting from the kitchen. I clear my throat when I walk in. It’s just Isabel and Dirty Diana. “Hi, Ben. I made you fruit ice cream,” she smiles widely, pointing at what looks like a molded lemon. I arch my brow at her. “What is that?” Her smile drops like she can already sense I don’t give a shit about her gesture. “Uhm… it’s a dessert. Lemon ice cream covered in hard-shell chocolate in the shape of a lemon. I know you like lemon-flavored ice cream, so I thought to make you something different than what you usually have. I promise it’s not bad, I used to—

I hit send and leaned back, satisfied. Reward time. I headed straight to my favorite ice cream parlor. The display gleamed like heaven: five new flavors begging to be devoured. I signaled the waiter. “All five, please.” Each bite was a symphony: • Lavender Honey Crunch – floral, delicate, with a crunchy surprise. • Salted Caramel Pretzel Swirl – sweet, salty, perfectly sticky. • Matcha Black Sesame – earthy, nutty, the kind that makes you feel gourmet.

After a day of taking the subway into time square and walking around rather aimlessly. Just talking and pointing at things. Window shopping in stores they could only dream of affording. Dylan stands especially long in front of of an $800 set of Gucci colored pencils. “I wouldn’t even use them. I would just have the whole roll on display at my desk. It looks so pretty!” But they’re both snorting something about capitalism when they leave the store to find something to eat. When they do find a place to sit with a box filled of giant pizza slices in front of them, Andre’s hands tap anxiously at the table.

Looking at it has become my favourite thing lately, I like seeing how freely the water flows, it gives me hope for all the water that I will see pretty soon. “Well, umm, there’s ice cream where the elderly and kids are.” “Ice cream?” I finally meet her eyes. I haven’t had ice cream in months. I don’t like it much, but once she mentions it, the idea sticks. Lumi wants some too, she starts telling me how good it would taste if we got something lemon flavoured. “Plenty,” Evelyn nods. “There’s a ton of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, and I think I saw cookies and cream too.” She tells me, hopping off the window seat. “Shall we go?”

The aroma of freshly made ice cream filled the air, and Alicia couldn't help but marvel at the meticulous process of creating the delicate treat. As they tasted the freshly made caramel ice cream, Alicia felt a new appreciation for the journey from farm to final product. The sun had set, coloring the sky orange and pink, casting a warm glow on the trio enjoying their ice cream at the farm. "How is it? Do you like this caramel ice cream, Alicia?" Uncle Chuck who was enjoying hot coffee on the table saw Alicia on the other side, the girl sitting with Ethan.

Caleb held my hand as we strode to one of the open tents. "Oh? ice cream?" It's a violet ice cream in a small plastic cup, it is for tasting. Caleb feeds me a spoonful of ice cream. My eyes almost bawled in surprise as it tastes like strong sweet wine. I didn't know that there is grape flavor ice cream in this world, all I know is an Ube flavor for a violet color. I slapped Caleb's biceps and jump in excitement, discovering a new flavor of my favorite ice cream. Caleb chuckled and taste the ice cream too on the spoon.

I could, but every fucking time I thawed like ice. I should’ve just gone to practice, followed the back door, and sneaked away. Because right now, with his eyes on me, I could barely even glide. A sudden dash snapped me from my thoughts, and I straightened up just to see him gliding slowly around me, puck in hand. "Let’s play a game," he announced, cutting to a sharp, smooth stop right in front of me. Again, I pulled back. He grinned. "Eissh, I'm not eating you or anything."

Juna bought a bag, even though she was sure Rose could finish all of this. Juna came back and Rose sucked the pink water. "It's great. There are flavours of corn, strawberry, watermelon, melon, mango." Rose counts the ice cream flavours one by one, and first opens the taste of the corn. "Which, aren't these clothes our lease?" "Never mind. We'll just buy new," said Juna lightly, opening the watermelon-flavoured ice cream for his wife to eat. "We said we wanted to be thrifty." "Shhhhh! Shut up and enjoy whatever you want, lest you feel hungry."

I mimicked a zipper to my lips. Drowning my sorrows in ice cream sounds like exactly what I should be doing right now. ******* “What kind of psychopath gets mint chip ice cream?” Enzo grabs us two spoons, and sits us in a small corner table away from everyone else in the shoppe. “Oh please,” I stare at the atrocity in his hand. “You got rainbow sherbet. That isn’t even ice cream.” “Yeah, it’s sherbet, Mrs. I eat toothpaste disguised as ice cream,” he mutters, popping the lid off of my pint.