Chocolat Novels & Stories

I took the chocolates out and unwrapped the tissues before offering them to her. “Would you care for some?” “Chocolate,” she gasped. “I love chocolates.” Before she could pick one, she noticed something odd about them. “What’s with these colors? Why are those ones green?” “They’re different flavors.” I pointed my finger at each of them. “These are dark chocolate, and these are salted caramel, and these are green tea.” “Green tea?” Out of curiosity, Marseille took that piece first. Her lips wiggled to her delight upon placing it into her mouth. She gobbled all the gr

She spoke with a voice that was almost as tiny and soft as Olivia's. Damien raised his brows and folded his arms, giving me a knowing, amused look that made my jaw clench. Ronnie started showing us around the aisles. There were lots of gourmet chocolates around: dark, milky, and all sorts of exotic flavors I didn't even know existed. All wrapped up beautifully in satin ribbons and cellophane. The displays of fresh flowers and premium gelato were equally elaborate. I felt completely helpless. Right then and there, I realized I was dangerously unqualified for this simple task.

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

The camera zoomed out just a bit more, and Chloe and Grace joined them. Sarah gave them both a hug and asked them what their favorite special drinks were. “Cocoa,” Grace said, “with marshmallows.” “Big marshmallows or the miniature ones?” Auberjonois asked quite seriously. “Minis,” Grace said, and he nodded approvingly. Chloe nodded. “I like hot cider better, with a cinnamon stick.” “Also very good,” he said. “And now I’d like to show you a mocktail I loved making for my own pups when they were your age.”

My colleagues and I were working on the conversion of cocoa into chocolate. The important raw materials for making chocolate are cocoa mass, cocoa butter, and sugar. Milk powder gives a creamy taste to white and milk chocolate. We first mixed all the raw materials in a cylindrical tank with rough walls. We used a specific proportion so that we'd have a specific aroma and appearance for the chocolate. We then used a series of rollers to compress the chocolate mass to give it a more grounded texture. I removed it from the rollers and ke

Leonardo said looking at me intently. My heart skipped a beat. It's a trap I tell myself. And stop feeling happy on being called 'Zavi' you silly girl! "Take a look at this." He pushed forward the file he was holding. I frowned as I took it. My frown deepened as I saw the content. A list?? Chocolate (various flavours and brands mentioned.) Cupcake (Flavours again!) Lollipop (Of course! Flavours!). The list went on. I skimmed further, thoroughly confused

I grabbed my belongings and stormed out of the door. “Uhm there is a famous chocolate drink that can only be bought in 7 Eleven,” Beatrice started, her voice still sounded like she was hesitating. “I would like to try it but Daddy doesn’t want me to. But the thing is, I really really really want it…”

“Look what I got for you.” Rachel glanced at her and asked me, “What is she holding?” “Swiss chocolate.” “Is it good?” “You’re allergic to chocolate.”

He told her. She took a sip and as soon as it touched her tongue; it felt like her tongue was dancing with joy at the richness of chocolate. “Oh, my god! This is just legendary! What did you put in?” She asked him, taking another sip. “It’s a type of silk textured chocolate. I had a bit of trouble perfecting it.” He told her. “It’s amazing! You could definitely open your own chocolate shop. It would be a huge success.” She told him and kept drinking her chocolate milk.

I can manage myself but they didn't believe me. "Here, Zy!" Ryle called me. "Chocolates!" I went closer to him and looked for the chocolate on the tray. "This food stimulates endorphins, which are linked to happiness," he said and passed me one. "The darker and more bitter, the better, because it means it has more cocoa than sugar. This way, you won't gain weight easily." "Having a doctor friend is good, huh?" I accepted the chocolate in his hands. "Yeah? Instant nutritionist?" He laughed.