Novel & Cerita Chocolat

“Depends on what?” “Depends on what flavor the ice cream would be,” Audrey answers curtly. He chuckles. “In that case, every flavor that your heart desires.” “You’re not allowed to touch this.” Audrey slides the peanut butter flavored ice cream from his reach. “And this.” This time, it was the butterscotch.

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

Julian watched her move toward Caleb, and he asked coldly, "You don't want the thing anymore?" She turned to ask what he meant, and he produced a piece of chocolate from nowhere. It was an old-fashioned brand she had adored as a child, one no longer sold in stores or online. She had no idea how he had even found it.

Terence, call Truffle Treasures and order a variety box for everyone. ‘Yes, sir.’ Terence took out his phone. Gloria’s mouth gaped open. ‘Mr Wilde, that’s so generous of you.’ Truffle Treasures was a high-end chocolaterie under Wilde Enterprises. It offered a luxurious and varied selection of chocolate and desserts. Their chocolates were handcrafted and made in small batches to ensure the highest quality and freshness. Their signature truffle collection included 24 decadent flavours, such as Grand Marnier, Raspberry, Crème de Menthe, Mocha, and Amaretto.

“Come in before I start chewing through wires.” She entered and set the tray down on the low table beside my desk. On it were four small pieces of chocolate, neatly labeled with mini flags stuck in each square. “I know it’s technically Friday, but I couldn’t wait. New blend. Maybe a new flagship product, if it passes your grumpy standards.” I reached for the first one—labeled “C3.” I bit into it slowly. Let the flavor unfold. Rich Tanzanian cocoa, mid-notes of elderflower, just a trace of almond to deepen the finish.

the butler asks as he places the pitchers on the table. “I am not that familiar with cocktails,” I reply and stare out at the dark pool. “Well… what kind of candies do you like? I can try to recreate it.” I really have to stop and think about it. Lucas didn’t allow me to eat sweets, and I have forgotten what I like. “Uhm… maybe salted caramel, I guess. And Turkish Delight.” Chad nods. “I think I can do something with that.”

"Uh, our friend would have given it to me ..." I turned to the man he was carrying. The boy looks very boyish. Tall, lean and angelic. Enter the standards of being handsome for me. But do we need more back up? "Hi, Audrey. I'm Tyler ..." he said obviously trying not to stutter. He handed me a brown chocolate box that I immediately recognized the brand. DeLafee of Switzerland. My eyebrows rose. Not worse than when someone last gave it to me. Give me a Ferrero Rocher! That's cheap!

I will later, but with Braxton, he will be able to explain in more detail about hunters and the supernatural world. Fine, later then. I quietly walked down the stairs to the first floor and found my way to the kitchen after getting lost, temporarily. I opened the fridge and found five bottles of coffee creamer. He had White Chocolate Raspberry, Almond Joy, Almond Roca, Salted Caramel and French Vanilla. I chose the Almond Roca flavored because it was my favorite candy! I headed back upstairs and when I made it to the third floor I nearly knocked Paulette to the floor.

He exclaimed in a disdainful tone. "Yes, that's it. Is there anything you decided on?" "I can't believe you only have milk chocolate. What about white and dark chocolate?" "It's not a common request we receive from our customers," she narrowed her eyes, trying to keep her smile, but she could feel it slipping away, "We do however offer dark chocolate eclairs if it's something you'd like." "A what?" He had heard her clearly. She was sure of it. "Eclairs," she said slowly as if teaching it to a new born.

She says, gaping at Maggie. I chuckle as I reach into the fridge that somehow is magically stocked with food. I grab the three of us a bottle of water and walk over to the chocolate bar. The paper crinkles as I lift it up to my nose, giving it a sniff. The rich cocoa beans and sweetness emanate from the gold foil, revealing a hint of earthy smell. It's rough texture clues me into the nuts that have been folded into the sweet morsel. Suddenly I want a bite of this bar too. “That’s a fancy chocolate bar,” I say, putting it back down.