Chocolate Latte Webtoon Novels & Stories

So, I decided to enjoy the moment. " How about a Mocha? I want a Mocha!" I told her, but she was looking at me dumbfounded. Then I found myself explaining to her. " It's a coffee latte with chocolate and whipped cream, made by pouring about 2 cl of chocolate sauce into the glass, followed by an espresso shot and steamed milk." Though her eyes were screaming with hatred, she faked a smile then switched to the so-called Mr. Night before she asked him. " How about you Mr. Night?" He answered her without breaking his eye contact with me.

She felt the rich warm chocolate go down her throat. “This is good.” She told him as she walked away and sat down on a chair. “Glad you liked it.” He said taking the Americano and sipping it. He walked to where she was sitting and put the latte on the table, “This is also for you.” “Thank you.” She said as she almost finished the hot chocolate. “Your welcome.” He said and sat down. “I’ll go and take a shower and change. You guys can wait here if you want.”

“My friend Denise told me that the hot chocolate in this place was better than actual chocolate. It has to be a lie though, there’s no way hot chocolate could be better than regular chocolate.” Layton Bridges, powerful billionaire and sometime dick, had brought me to a world renowned hot chocolate stand and actually winked about it. “You’ll get to make up your own mind now, but in my personal opinion, your friend is absolutely right.” I sniffed disbelievingly, but inside I was reeling. Who was this man? “We’ll see.” Forty-five milliseconds after trying my first sip of the velvety richness inside the delightfully hot cup I had my fingers wrapped around, I let out a loud moan. “Oh my god. This

Chase tried to crack a joke but it looked forced. There was something strange about his behaviour and looked desperate to meet Alessandro. "Rita two coffees,usual for me and a latte for Chase."I instructed Rita who was already working inside the kitchen. "How do you know that I like latte?"He asked me in a surprised tone. "It's easy to guess as I only take black coffee or expresso,Alessandro as well but there are ingredients for tea and latte so I guess it is for you because we don't host guests very often?"I shrugged my shoulders .

R-18:WARNING!! This story contains explicit words and matured content. Read your own risk CHESKA LAURET POV: Natigilan ako ng matikman ang chocolate, nag init ang lalamunan ko matapos ko iyon lunukin. Chocolate ba ito, hindi siya lasang chocolate. Kaagad akong nagtungo sa kusina para kumuha ng tubig, at muling isubo ang isang chocolate kung tama ba na iba ang lasa ko o sadyang hindi talaga ito chocolate.

I passed the note to Maya and waited for her to make the drink. Rain soon started drizzling. Matched with the soft music, it felt like a movie scene. “How was school?” Maya asked as she made a latte. “It was okay. How is the application going?” Maya was 19 and a brilliant artist and barista. “It’s going I guess. I’m still waiting for an email, or text, anything really.” “It’ll come. I know it will.” I reassured her. “An iced latte.” “A hot chocolate.”

I chose a table by the window, where I could see the street and passersby, and slid into the chair. The croissant arrived first, a small scoop of chocolate cream melting on the side. I picked up a napkin on the table to clean my hands after I swooped some of the chocolate into my mouth. The latte followed, and instead of taking a sip, I just stared at the steam rising from the mug, my mind drifting back to the council room moment when Kira had stepped forward and offered herself up like a sacrifice

“They always are. Ignore them.” He exhaled through his nose, and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Right. Sorry. Just… hate seeing that shit.” I took a sip of the latte, it was too sweet. And the vanilla coated my tongue like syrup. “It’s fine.” We sat in silence for a beat. The shop noise filled the gap—espresso machine hissing, chatter, the low thump of indie music from the speakers. Chris leaned forward, elbows on the table, trying to reclaim the easy charm he usually wore.

A woman with grey and white hair is sitting behind the wooden stall cutting dark chocolate tablets in small pieces to melt them in the saucepan. "Let's have some hot chocolate then," Harvey walks toward Granny's Choco and orders for the three of them. Leo stands beside him, excitedly jumping as he watches the woman make their warm drinks. "Want some marshmallows on your drink, kid?" she asks, and Leo's eyes brighten, "Yes, please!" "On mine too," Harvey shyly smiles, "Hot chocolate tastes better with marshmallows," The lady laughs and looks at the little family, "Is he your kid?" she asks, smiling at Leo. Harvey gulps and presses his lips, "He's not—"

His impressions were ridiculous; he pitched his voice high and delicate, miming her hand gestures. Aria found herself laughing, real laughter that caused snorting (you know, that kind of laugh). He slid a drink across the counter—a latte with a messy heart on top, drizzled with caramel and something crunchy. “What is this?” “A hug in a cup,” Tyler said. “Also known as a caramel crunch latte that I’m not supposed to customize this much, so don’t snitch.” She took a sip. The sugar hit her bloodstream and made her eyes sting unexpectedly.