Scary Games Ice Cream Man Novels & Stories

I teased her as we got outta the car and walked towards the gates of the amusement park together. I couldn't deny the fact that I needed the distraction to get away from all the drama that has been happening lately… “Come on Girl!” Catty pulled me along as she ran towards the ice cream truck.. I just followed her with a smile on my face.. as she ordered ice cream for me.. “What ride do you wanna try First?” She asked and I rubbed my chin while thinking about the ride to try out first.. “How about the Juggler? I heard it's one of the scariest rides here?” I asked and Catty squeaked with happiness..

He acts like his father, badass and all, but he's also a softy inside. "Yes, Chlo-bear?" Langston asked, finally holding a spoon. "Don't Chlo-bear me. What were you doing?!" I said in gritted teeth, "Why is our son covered with Chocolate Icecream?!" Langston's eyes widened when he saw Charlie, "Whoa, what's your costume?" Charlie grinned, showing off some of his missing teeth, "I'm Ice Cream Man! Rawr!" A what now? "Charlie!" Our head turns towards Vanchel, Ivan and Archie's little angel.

after two weeks of staying with them, thinking of them as my parents was no longer as hard as it was. Though I couldn't call it to their faces yet. The woman held my hand, waving it gently as she licked her ice cream. She looked really excited. I glanced at my almost melting ice cream, and a low sigh escaped my lips. With a shrug, I began licking, too. Umm... 'cold and sweet.' A sweet smile formed on my face. The man finished his ice cream and stood up. "How about entering the haunted house?" He asked, winking at me.

" Almost horrified I stood up, practically moving my hands towards him. As a result of my uncoordinated movement of hands, The ice cream falls on the ground, and he screams. "You!"

"Come on. Let’s get something in you. You’ll feel better when you’ve had something sweet.” “I am not a foodie like you. Food does little to me in terms of emotion.” “So, if I give you a tub of ice cream to devour and order pizza, it wouldn’t do anything to lift your mood?” A smile flashed as she finally tugged him to his feet. He towered over her, still considering her offer before relenting with a long sigh. “Fine. You call the pizza after leading me to the ice cream.”

He remained still, obediently letting his nipples be chewed on by a sleeping mad woman. She kept tasting him until there was a frown on her face. She seemed displeased. She didn't like what she had tasted. Smacking a taste on her tongue again, the little bunny whined. " Mr Icecream, what flavour are you? " She drunkenly rubbed his chest. " Why ain't you sweet? You taste spoilt_ " She spat. " You taste Man Man. " " Maybe you are rotten_ Should I throw you away? " Rotten Man Man? Royalty was amused. He gazed at his Woman's vile expression and laughed. Did he taste that bad? She looked like someone fed a pile of dog poop.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

"Help me!!!!!" But these unidentifiable creatures seemed to be having fun with their new game. Jane's eyes were tightly shut as she kept on screaming but soon silenced after the creature carrying her pierced her from the back with its long sharp finger. The pain stung badly and she lost so much blood instantly before going unconscious. .......

His tall, solid frame hovered behind me like some expensive, intimidating bodyguard, forcing me to do a weird shoulder wiggle just to fish my wallet out of my crossbody. “Vanilla,” he said flatly. I snorted. “Of course you’d pick the most basic flavor known to man.” Without waiting for his rebuttal, I ordered one matcha for myself and one scoop of existential crisis, aka plain vanilla, for Mr. Predictable over here. The ice cream guy smiled, but his eyes were bugging out, probably wondering if we were a couple, or if this was some kind of very aggressive TikTok date. Or maybe he was just intimidated by Julian’s chest doing its version of a power pose.

the man spoke almost hurriedly, his voice a sort of gravelly tone like he had chain-smoked a hundred cigarettes before trying to grab me off the street and do God knows what with me. “Mate? I am far from your mate, and I would advise you to leave before Security has to get involved.” “Security isn’t going to scare me man,” he sort of puffed his chest out, trying to be all masculine but the little machoness he had summoned was destroyed by a single scalding look from my boss, and his blistering declaration, “Oh the security would have to get involved to keep me from painting the ground a pretty shade of red. Much like the lipstick you are holding. And it wouldn’t be the lipstick on the ground