Sweet Nothing Ice Cream の小説・ストーリー

"Don’t move. I’m about to bring back the cure to heartbreak." I watched him walk to the counter, moving easily through the crowd of teenagers. He pointed at the display, nodded at something the server said, and then waited. When he returned, he held a large glass bowl filled with vanilla ice cream that looked like it had been scooped straight from the heavens. Caramel drizzled down the sides, pooling at the base, and crushed Oreos were sprinkled on top. A silver spoon stuck out at an angle. "This is about five servings," I said, staring at it. "That’s too much sugar in a day."

And the second one was cone ube flavored ice cream. "These two are enough for me," Nelly said with a wide smile on her lips. I love it when she has that kind of smile like an innocent child. Nelly could be shallow sometimes; simple things can make her happy. One of the aspects that I love about her. "Baby, it's your turn," Nelly said as she started opening her ice cream. Anything with nuts is for me, so I chose matcha flavored ice cream with lots of nuts. I love the crunch it gives while munching the nuts.

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.

I was craving it. As I imagined all the delicacies I would savor while relaxing, my mouth began to drool. The first item on my list was the iconic five-flavor rainbow cone, which included scoops of chocolate, strawberry, vanilla with cherries and walnuts, pistachio, and orange sherbet layered one on top of the other.

He hated his disguise as well as he hated Agent Violet's guts. She rolled her eyes. She went to scoop some of the ice cream flavors and make tall ice cream for her. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mint chip, butterscotch, and cherry are on her sugar cone. Detective Fox just shook his head. He let her play with the ice cream because this is the first time that he saw Special Agent Violet that happy like a child.

“What flavors would you like?” “Uh…” He paused for a while, as he wondered how to tell her he doesn’t like sweets, and he hadn’t eaten ice cream since he was sixteen, she seemed so eager to make him take one though, it wouldn’t hurt to have one as well. “Vanilla, one scoop please.” He said and she turned her attention back to the ice cream man who was already scooping up the ice creams in their cones. “You love sweets,” he noticed as they strolled along.

I pull out a carton of vanilla ice cream, its frosty surface glistening under the kitchen lights. With each spoonful, the ice cream melts on my tongue, leaving behind a trail of sweetness that lingers in my mouth. The coolness spreads through my body, calming the restlessness that has plagued me for hours. The cravings have subsided, at least for now, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a