Choco Latte Webtoon Novels & Stories

he asks, folding his arms on the table as he leans in closer. "Yeah, I don't think so, after last night's conversation, which by the way, I can't recall. Clara told me." I feel so stupid, and I cannot believe Clara did not stop me. Our lattes arrive, a beautiful swirl of steamed milk and espresso, topped with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I take a sip, savoring the rich, nutty flavor that coats my tongue. I bite into the flaky croissant, enjoying it’s freshly baked crispiness.

*** Lola’s POV As I added Latentoxin into his coffee, I made sure to stir it thoroughly. The powder was bitter—too bitter. If it wasn’t blended right, he’d taste it immediately, and then I’d have a different problem on my hands. No, I needed to make sure it dissolved completely, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

I leaned in, elbows on the table. “You wanna know what’s in that dessert you loved so much?” a slow exhale left me, “Latex powder. Finely ground. Mixed right into those chocolate shavings you kept licking off your spoon.” Her hand flew to her mouth. A loud, wet gasp tore from her chest. “And since you’re deathly allergic…” I continued, tapping the table twice, “…you’ve got maybe... what? Three minutes? Maybe two, considering how fast you’re swelling.” She shook her head, tears spilling, trying to say something, “R‑Rino, I swear—p‑please—I didn’t—it wasn’t—”

Leo. He slid into the booth across from me without asking, two takeaway cups in hand. One of them—knowing him—was probably some weird herbal thing that only he could pronounce. The other he slid across to me. “Chai latte. Almond milk. Extra cinnamon. I remember things.” “You have an unhealthy obsession with cinnamon,” I muttered, but I took the cup anyway. He smiled. “You’re welcome.” I wrapped my hands around the warm paper cup, grateful for the heat even if I didn’t want to admit it. Leo studied my face in that careful way he did when he was trying to read between words I hadn’t said yet.

She was beginning to get sleepy. Charleson called her and said he knew all about the Primes, the grotesque sculpture that had caught her attention in the library. She refused to change her topic and wanted to push the article about it. The second he told her that he had knowledge about them and offered to help, Chessa hopped from her bed and put on her yellow hoodie over her black camisole, not bothering to change her shorts and made her way to the café. But Chareleson was running late. Way too late, to be honest. A cup of vanilla latte was placed on her table, snatching her back to reality. “I didn’t order that,” she mumbled, looking up to the waiter.

I greedily grab the warm cup in both hands and bring it to my mouth, letting out a satisfied moan as the sweet hot liquid hits my tongue. “Damn babe, what's in that cup?” Theo laughs. “I'm sorry, I didn't know your order so I played it safe with a caramel latte. I’m Luke Weston,” “Hi Luke, I’m Josie. Where did you get this? Dot said there's only filter coffee,”

“I even got some accessories to go with them! I have nutella, hazelnut spread, cinnamon sugar, and champurrado!” “Thank you!” I eagerly went for a cup of champurrado and a churro. I happily gulped down a mouthful of the sweet beverage. As the hot liquid warmed my body in a comforting flush, I dunk the churro into the nutella and chomped down on the sweet treat that was in my grasp.

“How does it taste? Is it yummy?” Nikolai hums as he takes a small sip. “Very good. It’s hot, though. Be careful.” Akio heeds the warning and blows on the liquid before sampling it for himself. His eyes widen. “Mm! Oh wow. It’s so rich and creamy. I found the recipe online and made it in the slow cooker. And I used actual cocoa powder and melting chocolate instead of just using a hot chocolate mix. Wow!” He drinks some more, the liquid savory in his mouth and making his tastebuds sing. He’s so happy the hot chocolate has turned out well. He wanted everything to be perfect for this evening, and so far, he’s getting his wish.

5:43am I woke up very early the next day before the whole pack workers were to resume their duties,the pack daily workers were to resume before six thirty on a daily basis. I really didn't know how to make chocolate,the ingredients were placed on the table in the kitchen. “I stood up confused on what to do, maybe I should put the nibs like that inside the cup then pure water in it, Good, I took the Cocoa Beans and pour everything inside the cup added water within some minutes the water was changed into chocolate, I tested the tea,blu.,blu., It was tasteless no sugar nor even milk, it was now fifteen minutes past six and I was supposed to serve the chocolate to her by five fifty.”

Two mugs of hot chocolate sit between us, steam rising slowly, patiently—like it knows we’ll need it. I sink into the chair and exhale. Deep. Heavy. Relief. reaching for a cookie. “If this is poisoned, thank you.” Layla slides into the opposite seat hugging her mug without a word. I take it like it’s sacred. “If this fixes me,” I say softly, “I owe you my life.” She laughs, gentle and familiar. “Chocolate has never failed us.” The first bite melts on my tongue. Sugar. Comfort. Something almost childlike. My shoulders finally drop, the tight knot in my chest loosening just a little.