Chocolate Glue Novels & Stories

Unable to resist, I walked towards it. The anticipation built up as I opened the box, revealing a treasure trove of caramel cubes, each delicately wrapped in golden paper. The sight made my mouth water, and my craving for caramel took hold. It was a weakness of mine—I simply couldn't resist the allure of caramel. Looking at his bitter personality, it was hard to imagine that he could also have a liking for chocolate. But my thoughts quickly surrendered to the captivating allure of the shining caramel cubes, glistening under the warm glow of the light. They seemed to invite me to indulge in their sweet embrace.

The sugar wasn’t entirely dissolved, but that was okay. Taking out a spreading knife, I scooped chocolate and slathered it generously on the top of the golden candy. I finished up and then ran my finger, collecting a glob on my finger. Placing it in my mouth, I indulged. The chocolate had a bitter aftertaste and was slightly grainy—both of which I loved. Surprisingly, so did Chasel. Most people disliked chocolate that tasted like sand, but we did. Sprinkling the chopped almonds along the top, I distributed them as evenly as possible. I imagined what it would look like if it were bought in a pastry or candy shop. Maybe Chasel and I could open our own store.

I sourced miniature gingerbread kits from a bakery supplier in Queens. I ordered ceramic ornaments and paint pens in bulk. I tested hot chocolate bomb recipes on our tiny stove and made Noah sample six different versions before I settled on the right balance of chocolate and spice. "You're going to make yourself sick," I warned him. "Worth it," he said, his voice slightly muffled by marshmallow.

"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.

I wanted to give that back. I detoured to the kitchens first, waving off the startled staff with a single look. No one questioned the Alpha Devil when he walked in and started pulling out flour, sugar, chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, dried berries—whatever I could find.I didn’t know what she liked best. So I made five kinds. Dark chocolate chunk with sea salt. Cinnamon oatmeal with raisins. Classic sugar with a soft center. White chocolate and cranberry. And peanut butter—because the scent reminded me of something warm and simple.

Immediately Elvano immediately hugged Shaquelle tightly, "Thank you Mommy." **** Shaquelle peels a lot of chocolate that Elvano bought from Aurora. She wants to melt these chocolates and shape them into cute animals and heart shapes too. All of these chocolates are white and green. After she is done, she immediately melts the chocolate until it is completely melted. Prepare dinosaur animal molds as well as heart, star and moon shapes. From the aroma alone, this chocolate must be delicious, especially with lots of almonds and cashews. And the green and white brown is not visible. After that was enough, Shaquelle immediately put the melted chocolate in the mold, and put it in the refrigerator.

He sighed and pushed away from the bench where he was working on a new flavour combination. He had hoped that by staying home and working without the threat of her interrupting him he might actually be able to concentrate, but no such luck. He looked down at what he had made. Smoked dark chocolate and whiskey truffles. Exactly what she tasted like when he kissed her. It was a good combination. The traditional cigar and whiskey paired with a rich bitter chocolate. He used aged wine barrel wood to smoke the chocolate giving it a spicy taste that paired well with the whiskey.

For a second, that’s the only thing I see. Then my focus shifts to the box in her hands. “That could definitely work,” I say. “Can you mix it?” “Sure,” she answers easily. “You want buttercream or glace?” The question hangs there while I think about it. Buttercream is thick. Too thick. It won’t drip the way I want. Decision made. “Glace. I’ll grab the scales. You grab the bowl.” She moves around the kitchen quickly. Sugar pours into the bowl. Water follows. Soon the whisk moves through the mixture with steady strokes.

"Perhaps ze salt is too aggressive?" Julian tried to gesture with his hands, but he looked like a mime having a nervous breakdown. Then, I served the Sticky Toffee. "And for ze finale... ze 'Gluten of Gratitude'!" I poured the golden, glue-like sauce over the cake. It looked five-star. It looked magnificent. Gaston, driven by his love of sugar, took a huge bite. Julian followed suit.

"The chocolate thing was less successful." "What happened?" "I don't know. It looked right and then it didn't." "Temperature," I said. "Chocolate is very particular about temperature." "I gathered that when it seized," he said. "What did you do?" "Served it as a sauce," he said. "Called it intentional." "Was she convinced?" "She was on her third glass of wine so yes." I laughed. He looked at the chalkboard. "The cardamom tart," he said. "Front case, center position," I said.