Chocolate Latte Webtoon Novels & Stories

The coffee shop owner is the only hope I have. “Clueless is indeed the word for you,” he said with pure amusement before pointing at the coffee cup I haven’t touched. The latte art on my caffe latte was not a leaf nor a smiley face or anything but the logo of the academy. “Wow!” I exclaimed with astonishment. “You can see it, do you?” He asked and my forehead creased. “Yeah? Of course, I can see it. I mean, you made it,” I uttered carefully.

“Oh shit, that’s bitter.” “They are pretty strong,” I grinned, relieved to have broken the tension. “That’s not coffee, that’s gasoline.” I snorted. “The latte—the one in the middle—will be smoother. The mocha is sweet. Try those.” She did, and the only one she tried twice was the mocha, but she still stared at the cup between sips like it might bite her. I was glad she didn’t turn the conversation back to gratitude, or gifts, or anything else that might get real. And within half an hour, despite the coffee, as the adrenalin of the night finally wore off, her eyelids began to droop.

*Patricia's POV* The other day, a lunch was delivered to me with another note. The note's number is 21, and its watermark is 'L.' Yesterday, a child came to me when I left the building. She handed me a heart-shaped box of Ferrero Rocher. The girl told me that someone asked her to give the chocolates to me. I am not fond of eating chocolates, but how did the sender know that Ferrero Rocher is my favorite chocolate? The box of chocolates has a note numbered '9' with a period as a watermark.

I ordered a cup of cappuccino and a piece of chocolate cake. Soon enough, my order came. The cappuccino was served with perfect heart-shaped latte art on top, and the chocolate cake looked so delicious with a glossy chocolate coating. I sipped my warm cappuccino, feeling the warmth slowly spreading throughout my body. The chocolate cake was so soft and sweet that every bite seemed to take my mind off my worries momentarily.

He said,masking his curiosity. “Which cafe should I go to?How sweet should it be?Any special toppings?” I was confused. I have never had hot chocolate before and I definitely had no idea how Renee liked having hers. As if he sensed my confusion,Luke explained. “Well, everyone had their own preference for hot chocolate.The sugar level could be full,less,half or slight.Toppings like milk caps can be added too,which can be sweet or salty.Plus,there are numerous cafes to choose from.So Mr King,which would you like?And from which cafe?Happy Gulp?Sweet taste?”

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

I greedily grab the warm cup in both hands and bring it to my mouth, letting out a satisfied moan as the sweet hot liquid hits my tongue. “Damn babe, what's in that cup?” Theo laughs. “I'm sorry, I didn't know your order so I played it safe with a caramel latte. I’m Luke Weston,” “Hi Luke, I’m Josie. Where did you get this? Dot said there's only filter coffee,”

But every few seconds, his gaze flicked toward the creative department. And when Katherine smiled into her mystery latte? His lip did something strange. It twitched. Upward. For exactly half a second. Then he cleared his throat, scolded himself internally, and went back to being made of marble. --- Katherine was not an idiot. She noticed the second latte the next day. And the third, which was hazelnut. And the fourth, which was oat milk chai and tasted like autumn made love to ambition. No one confessed.

Lavender's POV I sat at the corner table of the smoothie bar, one leg crossed over the other, sipping leisurely from my Chocolate-Covered Cherry Smoothie. The thick, rich flavor of chocolate swirled with tangy cherry lingered on my tongue as I half-listened to Gael's voice, which had been droning on for the past ten minutes about his latest date.

he asks, folding his arms on the table as he leans in closer. "Yeah, I don't think so, after last night's conversation, which by the way, I can't recall. Clara told me." I feel so stupid, and I cannot believe Clara did not stop me. Our lattes arrive, a beautiful swirl of steamed milk and espresso, topped with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I take a sip, savoring the rich, nutty flavor that coats my tongue. I bite into the flaky croissant, enjoying it’s freshly baked crispiness.