Chocolate Poems Novels & Stories

“Eww...” “What?” Bella asks him, chuckling. “I don't like coffee. It tastes bad.” Chad is clearly doubting her baking skills at the moment if the looks that he is giving her are anything to go by. “True, it can. But not when it is dumped into a big bowl of sugar and chocolate, right? You add a few extra chocolate chips for good measure and you have an amazing cake. Then add a light chocolate buttercream between the layers and then put a chocolate ganache on top. It is so rich and chocolatey. It is amazing.”

She’s about to leave when I ask, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure, what about?” “I’ll need you to sit down for this please.” She comes over to my table and slides into the seat. “Sittin, go on.” “Uhm, I don’t want to sound like a douche at all. I just really think you should add more variety of pastries to your chocolate cakes and cookies. I know everyone probably already knows you for the chocolate from the business name and all, but I really think variety should be the spice of your shop. Also, if you can add coffee that would be great.”

I laughed, the sound ridiculous against the quiet of the studio. I ate one. Then another. The chocolate was better than any weather in the world. It melted, dark and rich and absurdly perfect. With each bite something unwound inside me and I remembered simpler things like the warmth of Kyle’s laugh that used to curl around my name, the ordinary kindnesses that had been rarer than diamonds since I’d been sold.

He knew how much she love listening to poem, anytime she was down, poem heals her. "Really? Please tell me. Am dying to hear it." Her face got brightened with a very cheerful smile, "sweety by who?" "Samuel Taylor Choleridge." "Oh. His poems are not bad either." She sat up, leaning on him. He cleared his throat and started. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I

“Sorry, weird question. Just thinking if you’re not busy, you could call by my place tomorrow—business, not the house, that is. I could do with someone to taste test something new. An unbiased view would be good as those I have working for me are biased.” “Chocolate?” She gleams at him curiously. “Yeah, I make my own chocolate. I know weird right? Just a small shop I own.” “What sort of chocolate? Like bars or something else?” “Bars, small chocolates that go in boxes, chocolate creams as well people use for cakes and other things.” His words are quiet, Anais laughs slightly. “Other things?” What else can it be used for? “Don’t ask. Some customers get descriptive with how they used the chocol

The aroma of chocolate filled the air, heightening my anticipation. As the batter came together, I couldn’t resist the urge of dipping my finger into the bowl and licking my finger. I poured the batter into cake pans, placed the pans into the preheated oven as I eagerly waited for the sweet magic to happen. While the cake baked, the kitchen was filled with delightful aroma of chocolate making me want to have a bite.

"I repeat, get off Miss." "And I repeat, No way. And by the way, tell me what you know about my brother." "Move Grey!" He demanded again but I simply overlooked that command. "Hey don't tell me what to do mister! Anyway, I want to know two things: One, What do you know about my brother and two, Why do you have that much chocolate? Maybe you should stop with all that, I mean it isn't doing you any good. You can't make something bitter be sweet ,Just like you; no matter how much chocolate you eat nothing can mend that arrogant and bitter heart of yours." I said poking him on the chest with a smug smile on my face, and voice dripping of sugar and snide. Suddenly, he pulled me across the table o

I looked at the cakes, even their name is mouth watering. Crunchy choco cake, Rich chocolate splash cake, Crunchy kit kat cake, Chocolate fruit gateau, Chocolate cream cake with kaju katli, Chocolate truffle cake, Chocolate oreo mousse cake, German chocolate cake, Choco lava cake, Chocolate guinness cake, Choco chip cake, Nutella chocolate cake, Choco velvet cake, Walnut dark chocolate cake, and the list goes on.

Blake said before returning to his home. “Oh____my____this____is ____delisious. What do they call this again?” Chai Xuanlu asked. “I believe they call it Cho_co_late? Sister Song stated, unsure. “It’s pronounced chocolate, and it’s part of all women in the world’s diet,” Blake said with a smile when he walked into the dining room, seeing Sister Song and Xuanlu sitting and eating a chocolate cake. “Ahh, you’re back, you meanie.” Sister Song proclaimed at Blake with a cute pout.

Perfect for hiding, terrible for comfort. Jordan unwrapped another chocolate bar as he settled into his surveillance position, the wrapper crinkling loudly in the quiet afternoon. He popped the chocolate into his mouth, savoring the rich sweetness. As he chewed, he whistled a tune from his childhood, something his mother used to sing. "Damn, that's good," he muttered to himself, licking the chocolate from his fingers. He reached for another bar in his pocket, then paused, remembering Maria's last lecture.