Chococat Novels & Stories

I’m in desperate need of human attention. I quietly make my way down the hall, slowly opening and closing the door to the booth where everyone watches through the glass while Warner sings. Eli hops from his chair, sniffing the treats I hold. “Break time,” he yells, forcing Warner to stop his vocals abruptly. “What do we have here?” Carson asks, then places a kiss at my temple. “I made Scotcharoos,” I tell them. “Trust me, they are to die for.” As if on cue, Eli elicits a moan of pleasure while he chews.

"Not just my flat, though. Do you want coffee? Tea? Soda?" Shaking myself out of my apathy, I ask for coffee, then walk over to the sofa. I sit down opposite the cat, who, ignoring the general weirdness of the situation, is licking his butt. Alice soon returns with two cups of coffee, then, after another trip to the kitchen, a plate of cookies that she puts down on the table between us. Not some fat-free, low carb, no sugar atrocities, but normal, honest-to-God homemade chocolate chip cookies. I watch with even more wonder as she pops one into her mouth,

As usual Dita in staying away Jay, but there is a different Dita is not alone she was accompanied by a gray-haired cat, can be said to be a British short hair cat that was bought by Jay so that Dita was not lonely at home. Dita fed the cat while stroking her fur. "Eat a lot." The cat also ate with gusto. "What name suits you? Ashes? Mochi? But I like the name mochi, " ucap Dita.

“I should’ve brought cat treats. But it’s actually brigadeiro! Brazilian chocolate truffles.” Dez practically leapt off the couch. “Girlfriend material,” he announced. “Dez,” I growled. Carolina’s laugh filled the bay, warm and unselfconscious. She set the box on the counter and flipped it open. Rows of shiny chocolate balls, rolled in sprinkles and coconut, gleamed under the fluorescent lights. The crew swarmed like vultures, everyone except me.

On the second Monday of the semester, she walked into the seminar room at Hawthorne Hall at 8:55, and there it was, at her seat. A large paper cup, still steaming. A lid with whipped cream pressing up through the sip hole. And a crosshatch of caramel drizzle on top, perfect, like someone had drawn it with a ruler. On the sleeve, in small slanted green handwriting: O. She stared at it. "Is that for me?" Chase didn't look up from his tablet. "Three chocolate, two caramel, extra shot, whole milk, crosshatch." He turned a page with his stylus. "Right?"

"Eat." I looked at the sashimi, then at him. My mind went blank. So the 880 grand sponsorship now required selling my body and performing on command. Did I have to change my species, too? Lowering my head, I silently picked up a slice of tuna and placed it in my mouth. It melted instantly. It tasted impossibly fresh and delicious. Fine. If I had to be a cat, then I'd be a cat. At the very least, the cat meals weren't half bad.

The restaurant Catherine Hart chose was the kind of place where a salad cost fifty dollars and the waiters looked at you like they were doing you a favor by serving food. Maya sat across from her future mother-in-law, watching the older woman cut her salmon into precise, identical pieces. Everything about Catherine was controlled—her platinum blonde hair pulled back so tight it probably gave her headaches, her designer dress that cost more than most people's monthly rent, her smile that never quite reached her cold blue eyes.

"It's better he does it out here than by throwing your silver decorations at my face." Matteo looked out at his nephew, his features completely still. "Julian told me you spent the morning organizing the laundry room for those animals." "They're cats, Mr. Alcantara. They have names," I corrected him, pulling my legs up onto the bench and crossing them. "The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain."

Elina was annoyed that Jessica always disappeared suddenly. “Sophia, do you mind?” “No, alright I'll do it.” Sophia said. "The food is in the cage. You take it easy, Choco is a good dog." Elina laughed, then excused herself. *** Sophia clutched her skirt as she stared at a doghouse 10 meters in front of her. Not far from the kennel, a Chow-chow type dog was sleeping with its tongue hanging out. Choco is no ordinary dog, he has a large body, his fur is thick and long, the thick fur on his head makes Choco look like a lion. It is certain that the money spent by the owner to buy and care for this dog is not small.

] My AI greeted me. "Good evening, Cho," I responded. [Please take your shoes off and come in.] "Thank you." As expected, Minseok followed my lead, leaving his shoes in the shoe cubbies. My AI, named C.H.O. - Cognitive Household Organizer, was a holographic lady. She bore a striking resemblance to a young Korean woman, her long black hair neatly tied in a ponytail and adorned with bangs. Her name came from her ability to mimic human speech, which she did flawlessly. The majority of people found it creepy, but Minseok didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he seemed fascinated by her.