Chocolate Poems Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

“That is what you did to me, making me call your name.” She started licking the chocolate from his chest, his lips. That time, her tongue worked like a serpent’s tail swaying here and there. He lost his control and flipped her body. “My turn, angel.” He dropped the remaining chocolate on her navel and her perky breast as he made a mess with his lips. “Let me taste the chocolate with my flower’s juice.” His tongue worked, mixing chocolate with her new essence. He was ready to paint her brown from the inside out.

it's mesmerizing. She glanced up, meeting his gaze, and felt a blush warm her cheeks. 'Flattery will get you everywhere,' she teased lightly, her heart racing at the intensity in his dark eyes. Their fingers brushed as he handed her a bowl of melted chocolate—accidental, yet deliberate—and the contact sent a spark up her arm. Neither pulled away immediately; instead, they lingered, the touch light but charged. Chloe poured the ganache over the baked crust, smoothing it with a spatula in smooth, confident strokes. 'I've always loved this part,' she confessed, her voice soft in the quiet kitchen. 'Creating something that brings joy. What about you? What's your favorite creation here?'

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

You can have chocolate on top of your workbench/desk during working hours without upsetting your co-workers. 11. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped. 12. You don't get hairs in your mouth with chocolate. 13. With chocolate, there's no need to fake it. 14. Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant. 15. You can have chocolate any time of the month. 16. Good chocolate is easy to find. 17. You can have as many chocolates as you can handle. 18. You can never be too young or too old for chocolate. 19. When you have chocolate, it doesn't keep the neighbors awake.

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

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.

I stood on the pavement with two bars of chocolate and the distinct experience of being out-maneuvered by the one person on earth I had never managed to out-maneuver. I looked at the closed gate. Then at the chocolate. I unwrapped one bar and took a bite and stood there on the pavement in the Saturday evening quiet, chewing, alone.

'Mmm hmm', she softly hums, lowering her gaze demurely as she caught a pair of eyes, piercing and passionate, staring at her flushed face. His touch felt like some caramel melting in the mouth, you crave, you savour the delight, the sweetness ever so addicting however toxic for diabetics, the taste's still alluring, similar is his arousing and lascivious seduction, perhaps an innocent one. But, the blaze in his chocolate orbs portrays a deep rooted hunger, an ardent carnal lust to claim her, his forever.

It was the gift he had bought for me in Luzberg on our third wedding anniversary. Back then, he had said, "My love for you is like this diamond. No matter how many years pass, it will always shine." Since that day, I had carefully treasured the ring along with his promise. I truly believed our happiness would last forever. Yet just a few short years later, the diamond still sparkled, while my heart and our love lay in ruin. Justin tucked the ring into his pocket and stared at the wall. The wedding photo was all that remained of us. The happier we looked in it, the deeper his pain now. He had never imagined that one day I would leave without a word.