Chocolate Latte Webtoon Novels & Stories

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”

Leo. He slid into the booth across from me without asking, two takeaway cups in hand. One of them—knowing him—was probably some weird herbal thing that only he could pronounce. The other he slid across to me. “Chai latte. Almond milk. Extra cinnamon. I remember things.” “You have an unhealthy obsession with cinnamon,” I muttered, but I took the cup anyway. He smiled. “You’re welcome.” I wrapped my hands around the warm paper cup, grateful for the heat even if I didn’t want to admit it. Leo studied my face in that careful way he did when he was trying to read between words I hadn’t said yet.

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.

Tom mumbles, then blows strands of light hair out of his eyes. He pours thick, frothy milk into the intensely fragrant coffee. He places the cup on a silver tray, where an enticingly fragrant brownie awaits. Saliva gathers in my mouth in a split second. If I weren’t held back by the fact that I work here, I’d be able to pounce on the treat and gobble it up without leaving a crumb. Chocolate is my weak point, and I’m not just talking about the usual bars in silver, no… it’s a much bigger addiction. Chocolate pudding, chocolate cakes, chocolate on toast, hot chocolate to drink… hot chocolate to drink… “ALEX!” Anna snaps her fingers right in front of my nose, snapping me out of my reverie.

I smiled at him. He let out a chuckle in response and placed the mugs on the table. My mug had a unicorn on it with the handle looking like the horn of a unicorn and Luca's mug had a platypus. "I should leave," Chelsea left after saying hello to Luca. "So, how are you?" I looked at Luca as he took a seat on the chair, "I am fine. I should be the one asking you this question." He did not respond and started drawing circles on the glass table with his index finger, "I am fine."

“Just get me a latte and a slice of chocolate cake.” The barista nodded and turned to Kael. “And what can I get you, sir?” Kael’s green eyes were on me which made my stomach churn with difficulty. I looked away trying my best not to make eye contact with him. “I’ll get a latte with extra whipped cream,” he replied. “That’s it.” The barista nodded and walked away. I sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I stared at the table. The smooth wooden surface was branded with the sun’s golden light making the little splinters on it sparkle like diamonds.

Athena furrowed her brows in confusion. "Let's go to the amusement park now." ××÷×× “Athena.” Manda's voice was heard when Athena was changing clothes and immediately picked up her cellphone when she saw Manda's name written there. "What's up, Manda?" "I want to take you to the Chocolate Cafe that I told about yesterday." Manda yesterday told about a new Cafe that sells various types of chocolate in various dishes. There are cakes, cupcakes, drinks and various beautiful forms of chocolate. "I'm bored on holidays alone. Let's go, if you want I'll pick you up."

“I’ve always seen this place on my way to work. It looked so cute, so I figured I’d finally try it out.” Nicola beamed. “Isn’t it adorable? Arabella loves it here—they make the best hot chocolate.” She gestured to the table where a half-drunk mug of hot chocolate, complete with whipped cream and marshmallows, sat beside her daughter. I nodded, taking a sip of my Americano. The bitter warmth was grounding, exactly what I needed to clear my head. “Don’t you have work at 9? It’s 10 already,” Nicola said, glancing at her watch with a teasing smile.

But a lieutenant with years of experience was something entirely different. “Miss Jones.” He called out pushing the cup to me, and I accepted it with two hands before taking a big swig of the thick, rich heavenly taste. Whoever made chocolate, we needed to sit down and converse about how much I loved her. He remained quiet, just watching me with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and I was thankful. There was no way I was going to choke on hot chocolate because I couldn’t eat my own lies. I swirled the cup to shake the chocolate, and that's when I saw it, a note attached to the wall of a cup. It read: