Choc Tease Novels & Stories

he whispered, covering his mouth to hide a smile. “Would he burn down the kitchen?!” A few minutes later, Nathan returned, carrying a tray with a bowl of something brownish and lumpy. It smelled burnt. Evans stared at it in shock “What… is that?” He couldn't recognise that thing that was so dark and scary. It didn't look like anything. “Breakfast,” Nathan said proudly. Evans was shocked by that but then when he thought about the fact that Nathan had cooked for him Evans forced a smile. “It looks… good.” Now he prays that God forgives him for lying.

And had just made Rose clueless with his confession. Choco chips .... Rose's body instantly arched as Theo's large fingers slid down her back to unhook her bra. The lumps of Rose's breasts were freed and Theo immediately scooped tightly. Those lips sipped with a lick that burned Rose's skin. She let out a small moan occasionally pressing Theo to keep playing with her. "These choco chips are mine. Don't let Zever taste them." If possible, Rose shouldn't have let Zever touch a body that belonged entirely to Theo. It was too late, but they were in the same body anyway.

And Adrian kept watching me with that intense, almost devouring gaze, as if he were a part of what I was tasting. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” I asked, licking the inside of the spoon where the syrup had pooled. “I’m not fond of sweets,” he said, mouth curving in a lazy smirk, “but if it comes from you, I’ll enjoy it. Show me how to savor it, Baby. You seem very good at putting on a show.” I bit my lip, then slowly scooped another round of ice cream and brought it close to my mouth. I gave it a soft lick, then closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around the spoon, letting the sweetness fill my mouth. Cold. Sweet. And… indulgent.

Logan wiped away his tears and began to ask me, "Mr. Whitlock, how does it taste?" After downing the last cup of rat poison, I looked at Brielle and said softly, "They taste a little bitter… and a little sweet." Yes, the bitterness came from the poison. And the sweetness was knowing that after this death, I could finally leave for good. I turned to the camera with a smile. The live stream shot all the way to the top of the trending list, and Logan officially became the platform's top male streamer. After the streaming ended, Logan shot me a provocative look. I didn't respond. The poison was starting to take effect. I collapsed to the floor in agony, enduring the searing pain.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

“Careful, those are hot and oozing stuff out the sides.” “That means you did it right.” Chase peeked inside the bag she’d dropped on his lap. Two bundles wrapped in white parchment paper, two single-serving packages of nacho cheese Doritos and two Heath bars. When she shoved two bottles of grape soda in the beverage holders, he gave her a dubious look. “How’d you know this is exactly what I would’ve gotten?” “Lucky guess?” She twisted the top on a bottle of soda. “Or maybe there’s an index card that lists Sundance’s own PBR bull rider Chase McKay’s favorites! on the wall by the hot food section.”

Drew teased me as he tried to erase the creases in my forehead. “And what does sharing my thoughts with you have anything to do with me growing old fast?” I retorted. He just arrived when I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. He said he came from his shop and wanted me to try his new creation: Choco Coffee Treats. I have yet to get the exact recipe but, by just listening to its name, I assume it's grounded roasted coffee beans mixed in with chocolate. And I must say, it is good on my palette.

Chloe was leaning against the fridge, holding two mugs. "He lives!" Tess announced, waving the nail polish brush. "Did Pumpkin sit on you? He likes to suffocate guests." "The cat is a menace," I gritted out. "Here." Chloe handed me a mug. It was chipped and said DON’T TALK TO ME UNTIL I’M HOT. I stared at it. "It's coffee," Chloe said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Instant. But it's caffeine." I took a sip. It tasted like battery acid and sugar. I drank it anyway.

Nothing could ever make me give up bacon for a salad, no matter how much my life depended on it. “I decide who becomes one of us,” Tricia said through gritted teeth. She turned to me. “You can make a list of foods you like to eat from Mondays through Fridays and we’ll forward it to them so they’ll always get your food along with ours everyday.” “Okay,” I choked out, just so that I wouldn’t be viewed as ungrateful. “You may all leave now. You’re in my view,” Roxanne said, shooing the people who had just got their food away. They left.

I teased, grabbing a pack anyway. “Oh yeah? What’s your elite choice, then?” he challenged. I scanned the shelf. “Raisinets,” I said, grabbing a box. “Raisinets!” Kol burst out laughing. “Are you secretly an eighty-year-old man?” “You know what? For that, the Twizzlers stay in my pocket.” I paid for the snacks and tucked them away. “No!” Kol tugged on my arm, grinning. “I’m sorry. I take it back.”