Novel & Cerita Chocolate Diamonds

Before she entered, she smiled at Canis and it made Canis very frustrated especially after Alpha Darren pulled the curtains of his room. ***** “Do you want chocolate?” “You called me here just to give me chocolate?” Alpha Darren took Diana's hand and handed her a tote bag of a famous chocolate brand. “I bought it because I remembered you have a sweet tooth. You can eat them while you work.” Diana rolled her eyes. “I'll get my teeth dirty if I eat them during work hours.” “Then you can eat it at home.” In the end Diana accepted the chocolate anyway. Alpha Darren was right, she had a sweet tooth, especially chocolate.

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”

Just then, the waiter brought a plate full of chocolates. “Mm?” Brandon looked at them. “What are these?” “Elena chocolate, sir,” the waiter said. “It’s a new chocolate that’s been released today. It’s only sold for one dollar outside, but the owners of the brand are members of this cafe, so we are promoting it for free.” “Oh…” Brandon took a chocolate and then pushed the plate to the guests sitting opposite to him. Vivian and Ryan also took a chocolate each. “I don’t like the name,” Vivian said, “but the cover with gold and purple… looks beautiful.”

Chocolate squares with cream and raspberries, flan with caramel sauce, a cheese platter featuring an assortment of cheeses, crackers, fruits and nuts that complement each other perfectly, and there was even a chocolate fountain with a selection of fruits and sweets to dive into! Catching my reflection in the window, I gazed at the mask on my face. It gleamed under the sombre lighting yet somehow still shimmered like moonlight, a masterpiece of silver metal polished to a near-mirror shine. Both elegant and mysterious, with intricate lacework curling across its surface like delicate vines, perfectly sculpted around my face, it was made for me and only me.

"Grab another one sweetheart, a big one." His voice sounded so encouraging that my hand followed as I took another big bite and placed it softly in my mouth. I chewed the cake slowly until my tongue caught up with something on it. I looked at him and took the thing from my tongue, it was what I thought it was. "Oh my God! Is this a ring?" It was filled with chocolate and I put it on a table napkin to gently wipe it to reveal the shining piece of diamond that sparkles against the light.

Dalton won a game at the amusement park and gave the prize to me and we bought chocolate as well. “Do you want some chocolate?" I offered her one, and she took it and looked at it skeptically. “Amedei's chocolate?” She asked. "Yes. Why?” She put the chocolate back in the box and looked at me in shock and anger. "Hannah, Amedei's Chocolate is one of the most expensive chocolates in the world. I know you can't afford it, and you won this teddy bear at the amusement park, and I don't recall you taking any money with you.”

"Don't you think it's too early for champagne?" "Of course not, are you sure you don't want it?" "Nope, but I'm craving chocolate." I said in all honesty. When I'm on my period I'm always craving chocolate and this morning I forgot to bring a Milky Way with me. "What brand of chocolate?" he asked. "Delafee." I joked. Delafee is one of the most luxurious chocolate brands in the world and I doubt that he will have that, but I can't help messing with him.

“No, I am sure you are not trying to act wise.” They both chuckled as Christopher set off to go get things done. He began to arrange plain candles in the center of his super spacious sitting room, arranging them in the shape of a heart. He then placed a scented candle in the middle, lighting them up one by one. “I’m getting nervous,” Starr had said before the scent of the candle filled her nostrils. “Are those scented candles?”

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

Because there was nothing else to do from the other end of a phone line when your sister is standing in a house you cannot see telling you she is fine in the voice she uses when she is the opposite of fine. The choker came that afternoon, delivered in a flat black box by Josiah's assistant with a card that said simply: For next week's dinner. J. Not a question. A costume note. I carried the box to my vanity and opened it under the lights and looked at what was inside. The diamonds were extraordinary, a single row of them set in platinum, each stone catching the light and sending it back fractured and multiplied. It was a masterpiece of a thing. Cold and perfect and worth more than most peopl