Chococat Novelas e Histórias

Dante told Camilla. Camilla looked up at him with teary eyes, "I thought getting revenge would make me the happiest person in the world but I am not happy, I am not happy because I no longer have you. Please I need you Dante, let's start over" she begged him. Dante walked up to her. He stretched forth his hand for an handshake. "I am Dante Russo, may I please know your name, beautiful lady?" he asked. Camilla smiled, "I am Camilla de Luca, pleased to meet you" she replied. Dante smiled and then he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

What was more shocking that it ate food from other people? Coco answered, “Mom likes him and he likes to stick to our mommy.” She added, “Mommy made us befriend him. We do not know his name so we call him Big Cat because he is fat and big.” Nicholas was just staring at Leon who was happily playing with Billy. “Can I call my mommy and inform her that I will be playing with you and Billy here?” Coco asked. She wanted to play more with Billy and Leon. “Sure,”Nicholas said.

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.”

"I wouldn't have said it if it was hard." "I don't always have time to date...not always." "I see. Don't worry, I will help you with that problem. I will be your personal life helper." "It's not going to be so easy. I will rarely have time for all that." "Master Philip Cruz, I am an expert in date matching...even though it has succeeded only once...that was with my male dog and my aunty's female dog...but I am still good at what I do." "Dog match-making?" Philip said with a soft laugh. It had been a long time since he laughed sincerely because of someone funny.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“Good morning, I am Paris Martinez and I have been assigned to train under this company. Today appears to be my very first appointment.” The young lady had her eyes roaming at me for a bit before she nodded and clicked her fingertips on the telecom. “Yes, good morning, Mr. Melendez, the new trainee is here.” My forehead scrunched up a bit at the name I heard, it better not be the famous eligible bachelor that everyone in the world knew of as the youngest billionaire on earth. For some reason, it felt surreal. “Alright, Sir. I will send her in,” she nodded her head again and disconnected the call. “Madam, your destination will be on the twentieth floor, turn to your left once you are there. D

I yell in her ear. She beams at me before yelling back, "This isn't even noisy yet. Just wait." We finally make it to the front of the line to get our churros and margaritas. I'd be excited about the food, but the drink… this isn't just a margarita. It's a yard-long margarita. Totally worth the fifteen bucks it cost me for a three-foot-long plastic cup I'll never use again.

For all I knew, those two were living on the island. I sighed exasperatedly and climbed off. I made my way to the jungle where our house was, but all of a sudden, I heard a roar and I froze. A moment later, another roar. This time it was loud enough to shudder me in fear. I gulped and turned around, only to find a wild cat. Jaguar!! Oh my God! Its big rounded yellow eyes fixed on me as if I was its next delicious food. I swallowed hard. My throat turned dry as fear crawled into my chest. My hair stood up on the back of my neck when I heard another roar from behind. That means it was not only a jaguar but a jaguar. I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want to become the food of two jaguars. My

Everything fresh. Then chocolate. An entire shelf worth. Different brands. Different types. Milk chocolate. Dark chocolate. White chocolate. Chocolate bars. Chocolate chips. Chocolate-covered everything. Cotton candy. Marshmallows. Grilled pork from the deli. Sparkling water. Cases of it. The cart was overflowing but Grayson pushed it anyway. He turned the corner to head toward checkout. And bumped straight into someone else. Both of them turned around. "Grayson Cross?" "Ricardo Silva?"

It’s just normal to her. Isis, Santi, and Ajax are in the candy section arguing about what’s best, chocolate, which is obviously Isis’ favorite, lollipops (Ajax’s new favorite), or marshmallows that caught the Marquess’s eye because they’re soft. “I want this one, and this one, and this one…” Isis kept putting all kinds of chocolate into their cart, which earned him a dirty look from Santi. “You do know I’m paying for this, right?”