Chococat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The name itself is kind of unique because it attracts the people. Right now her bunnies in the BB building are more than 150, trained personally by Cliterella, with a signed contract. "Boss... someone entered the store..." Sierra informed and she looked towards the TV in fear.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

Clara was looking expectantly inside the shop as she craned her neck, checking if their order would arrive any time soon. Inside, there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable: Creamy chunks of butterscotch that changed color in every bite; hundreds of different kinds of chocolates in weird animal shapes arranged in neat rows that customers must be prepared to catch once it either leaped or flew; colorful candy necklaces which adjusted to the size of the neck; miniature candy cones; cans of slithering candy worms; cakes that could be ordered in towers or slices; and enchanted scrumptious beverages which kept on filling to the glass’ rim.

I groaned. “A little help!” Riko shouted as she climbed on a chair, trying to reach the smoke detector. “I’ve… almost…” she grunted, standing almost on her tiptoes, reaching up. She tried to jump slightly, and I saw the chair wobble. Oh shit! “CUPCAKE!” I exclaimed, rushing in just enough time to catch her as the chair clattered to the ground.

“Nope! Too basic. You're more sophisticated than that, Carson. You're having orange with chocolate chips and sprinkles.” I looked at her. “Is that even possible?” “At Scoopy-Doo, anything is possible.” She winked and I was amazed at how even though I couldn't see half of her face, she was still so fucking perfect. Inside it was like a fairy and a unicorn had a baby and that baby met a pixie and decided to go around the world spreading happiness. The walls were covered in pictures of fluffy clouds and even though it was almost 9.30 the place had a good number of customers.

The chameleon reacted with just as much speed, turning from leave-green to light blue. “Do you hear me?” I asked telepathically, my mind making a connection. The Scorpion Tail Chameleon tilted its head as though in an attempt to dust off my voice from its head... yet MBI said it was an animal famed for its high intellect. “You seem quite peculiar,” a startling, melodious voice slipped into my mind. My cheeks raised into a smile. I flicked my wrist and a piece of cupcake appeared on my palm, from my storage ring. It was just a little piece out of the leftover I'd stowed away after breakfast. I extended my hand.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

I could tell by his white knuckle grip on the table and the way his eyes had darkened that he was barely restraining himself from shifting forms. “There is only one Alpha in this room tonight and you’re looking at him.” Cole practically snarled at me. “I wonder, is that delectable scent coming from you a special menu item? Or do you offer it to all your patrons? Perhaps it was a special order for your last table?”