Sweet Nothing Ice Cream Novels & Stories

Stephan, there is this new ice cream spot I would love to check out, you should come" she suggested with a grin, knowing that sweet treats always have a magical way of melting away sad moods. Stephan hesitated for a moment before deciding that the idea of treating himself to some tasty ice cream was hard to resist. "Yeah, maybe," he replied with a weak smile. They strolled to the ice cream parlour, it wasn’t far from Stephan's house. Ruby who had a sweet tooth, convinced Stephan to try a mix of flavours: a decadent combination of chocolate and caramel swirls. Whether it was the sight of the colourful variants of ice cream or simply the distraction from his worries, Stephan found himself stan

It's a promise. Serenity nodded, hugged the woman once again. Few minutes later, they got into a car and left the premises. ************** Valentina sat on of the benches by the pool side, a large hat over her head and a cappuccino cup placed on top the stool beside her. She took off her glasses, inhaled the fresh air from the resent waves. "Val." Someone called from behind, and Valentina slowly turned her head. She smiled, stood up to hug the young woman who had just stepped out of the house to join her.

The old man asked with a smile. "Vanilla." I said happily. "I don't sell regular flavoured icecream." He said chuckling. "Eh?" I mumbled. "I have this kinds of flavours, pampered love, sweet sweet, cool summer..." The old man explained but was cut off in the middle. "I want pampered love." Max said interrupting him. "I'll take sweet sweet then." I said and soon two cups of icecream were given to us both. Max paid and we were on our way to the busstop while licking our ice creams.

The inner beauty of the shop swept her off her feet. To their left was a long marble counter with wood-topped swivel stools. Along the wall behind it was an elaborate wood built-in with mirrors and slots for printed cards bearing the names of the ice cream flavors they had. The cream flavors written on them were butter pecan, maple walnut, cherry vanilla, vanilla fudge, and many more. On a ledge were large glass jars that held syrups, an ancient-looking green metal machine for making malts and milkshakes, and an enameled refrigerator.

Red for the cherry flavor; orange for tangerine; yellow for mango; green for the matcha ice cream; blue for blueberry; indigo for the black raspberry ice cream flavor; and last was the violet for the purple yam ice cream (ube) "Err??? Are you sure we can eat that whole? That ice cream was way too big! Maybe we can choose something else..." Audrey suggested, but Nero only snorted at her. "MEOW" [Gosh, what are you even thinking of??? Of course, it's not for us. It's for Monami! She loves sweets!] "Ohhhhh?????" So her cat happened to ask her to buy a big set of parfait just to impress his lover. Great just great!

The weather seems so perfect, especially the sun slowly setting and casting an orange tint in the sky. It’s so beautiful. A luxury I now realize I had been missing on for weeks. “Wanna get some ice scream?” He says suddenly. I look at him now and where he’s pointing to. An ice scream stand just about closing with various flavored sample displayed. It’s a very tempting offer and it’s weird just how a nice cool refreshment is just conveniently available when we need it. We go closer and get some of course. Who would miss out on ice cream willingly? I get the chocolate and Silas, strawberry with sprinkles.

I forced a smile, "Yeah, just... a lot on my plate." It was nice that Penny didn’t push it. I thanked her and led Ivy out of the hospital holding tightly to her little hand. My mind needed some fresh air and nothing in this world delighted Ivy more than going to Sweet Swirls, our local ice cream parlor with its fantastical themes of pastel colors and giant sculptures of ice cream sundae which made it look like something straight from a story book. The moment we got there, Ivy’s eyes were shining like stars. “Strawberry,” she chimed over the counter, her eagerness infectious.

“Now, let’s go before I change my mind and make you pay for your own ice cream.” The moment we stepped into Creamy Bliss, the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and fresh waffle cones wrapped around us like a cozy hug. “This place is still the best,” Marrissa said, looking at the colorful display of ice cream flavors. “Yeah, yeah,” I said. “Just pick your poison before I end up buying the whole store.” She hummed, deep in thought, as if she was making a life-altering decision. “Hmm… do I want a double chocolate brownie or salted caramel?”

The scent is so addicting I'm having trouble resisting the urge to press my nose into Killian's toned, shaven chest and breathe him in. Killian has this odd expression as h releases me. His fingers linger for a second too long, overflowing my body with an intense fever. I lift my chin, finding his soft eyes, and shiver at how familiar they seem, like we have met someone before, even though I'm confident this is only the second time I've met him. "Do you like Ben & Jerry's ice cream?" Killian asks without blinking. He is hovering above me, softly smiling. "I bought the cheesecake kind and thought I could give myself a treat since I'm bulking."

I felt that I was about to faint, he moved down to my breast as he kept kissing and sucking every inch until he reached one of my breasts. He lifted the lace bra over my head and threw it, he kissed each of my nipples then he sucked on it while he massaged the other one he kept pinching it from time to time I began to moan from pleasure. His tongue played around my nipple, his warm mouth covered my nipple, then he moved to the other one and did the same as he did with the other one. When he brought the wine for he brought a bucket of ice which I totally forgot about I wanted to ask him why did he bring it for but it totally slipped away. he kissed my stomach sucking pausing at my bell bottom