Choco Latte Webtoon Novels & Stories

The lid was off. Leo opened the ziplock bag. He dumped the entire contents of the cocaine into the protein powder. He stirred it once with the plastic scoop, burying the white powder amidst the vanilla whey. He crumpled the empty bag and shoved it in his pocket. He stepped back out onto the balcony. He slid the door shut just as Chadwick turned around. Chadwick frowned. He thought he heard a click. He walked to the window and looked out. Nothing. Just the night.

Cole chuckles, observing me flush like a teenager. "Thank you, Chloe. God, it smells so good." I moan, looking down at my white chocolate and Raffaello waffle with coconut whipped cream. Cole looks down at the waffle with wide eyes. "Enjoy guys, if you need anything, give me a shout," Chloe states and walks off once we thank her. "You're about to taste heaven, Lord Hoult." I tease, grinning while cutting into the waffle. I hold out a piece to his mouth, and he eats it. He chews slowly, his eyes closing with an audible moan.

Lucas punched the air with both fists and Chloe told him he looked unhinged. Dom’s was two blocks down, booths in red vinyl, paper tablecloths with a cup of crayons in the middle. Chloe started a comic strip about a detective who was secretly a cat and narrated the frames to Lucas while she drew. Lucas inhaled half a slice of pepperoni before I made him slow down. Across from me, Harrison had not touched his food. He was watching Lucas chew. Under the table, I put my hand on his thigh. I didn’t say anything.

Chatrine grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the chest. “Hey. I was born a genius. Don’t insult my childhood.” A low laugh escaped him. “Then why is one ear almost falling off? Did you torture him too often?” Rolling her eyes, Chatrine quickly snatched the teddy bear away from him and hugged it protectively. “His name is Mr. Cocoa,” she announced with dignity. “He’s a professor from Jupiter. So stop insulting him before I throw you out of my room.” Liam stared at her for a moment before laughter shook his shoulders.

“Alright. You know everything here is yours anyway. Unless you want me to make you one?” The coffee machine was good, but he only knew how to make black coffee and espresso, which were all he needed. None of that fluffy milk bullshit and syrups. He liked coffee at breakfast, not a dessert. Voss might not have looked like it with his full sleeve and neck tattoos, but he had a huge sweet tooth. Voss shook his head. “No, you’ll get me a honeycomb latte from Jenny’s on the way to Flexigals. Oh, and a fairy cake, you know, the ones with jam and cream-”

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.

Mr Angelo definitely has something sinister going on’ Cherry began to regret ever drinking hot chocolate with Rex while he drank coffee, she suspects his interest in her choco drink was because he sneaked one or more sips from her cup when she wasn’t looking, it can be the only explanation for his desired addiction to her favorite drink, and officially why she became his so-called tea girl unwillingly.

But a lieutenant with years of experience was something entirely different. “Miss Jones.” He called out pushing the cup to me, and I accepted it with two hands before taking a big swig of the thick, rich heavenly taste. Whoever made chocolate, we needed to sit down and converse about how much I loved her. He remained quiet, just watching me with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and I was thankful. There was no way I was going to choke on hot chocolate because I couldn’t eat my own lies. I swirled the cup to shake the chocolate, and that's when I saw it, a note attached to the wall of a cup. It read:

Then he winced, as if realizing that hadn't exactly been complimentary. Cora couldn't help but smile. Maybe he was more of a geek than suggested by his profile. The chair looked so comfy and her feet ached like hell. Once again, the little cartoon devil sitting on her shoulder gave her a nudge. Why not? It was just a cup of coffee. "I wasn't really planning to stay, but sure. A cinnamon, skim-milk latte would be great." "Ummm - okay." His dark brows lowered over those incredible changeable eyes in confusion then he dropped his bag into his own chair and turned. "Be right back."

So, I decided to enjoy the moment. " How about a Mocha? I want a Mocha!" I told her, but she was looking at me dumbfounded. Then I found myself explaining to her. " It's a coffee latte with chocolate and whipped cream, made by pouring about 2 cl of chocolate sauce into the glass, followed by an espresso shot and steamed milk." Though her eyes were screaming with hatred, she faked a smile then switched to the so-called Mr. Night before she asked him. " How about you Mr. Night?" He answered her without breaking his eye contact with me.