Novel & Cerita Chocolate Royalty

He looked up and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. She was nonplussed. All she'd done was take a bath. Why did he look slightly annoyed? She asked, "What's wrong?" Spencer looked at her. "Does your friend own a chocolaterie?" Lucille didn't know why he was asking, but she answered truthfully, "You could say that." After some thought, she added, "To be accurate, she's the one who developed these chocolates." Spencer fell silent. Suddenly, he recalled Mack's investigation. Apparently, these chocolates had only appeared on the market five years ago. Lucas had also mentioned that Lucille had always been anemic. So, had Moira developed these chocolates for Lucille's s

"The best hot chocolate you'll ever taste, I assure you." I take a sip, and I have to admit, it is pretty darn good. It is rich and creamy, with just the right amount of sweetness. The whipped cream and cinnamon add a nice touch, and I find myself taking another sip. "You know what?" I say, meeting his gaze. "This is actually really good." He grins, his eyes sparkling. "I told you so!" he says, his chest puffing out proudly. "I'm the hot chocolate king, yes!!"

Staff moving with quiet precision from one room to the next. My wedding. The thought still didn’t feel completely real. I brought the fork to my mouth and took one bite. Then immediately grabbed my cheeks. “This is delicious!” The cake practically melted on my tongue—rich, delicate, sweet without being too heavy. My eyes widened as I stared down at the plate like it had personally changed my life. Chef Palstin’s shoulders relaxed in visible relief. “Thank you! It’s one of my latest creations. I call it the Imperial Champagne. A champagne-infused vanilla velvet cake with champagne mascarpone cream, strawberry compote, and vanilla bean buttercream.”

“Then we can talk decoration.” I placed the lily in my lap before the first cake was pushed toward me. Pistor explained that it was a rich chocolate cake, with a matching chocolate frosting. The chocolate, of course, came from the best source in the world and would be a symbol of wealth. But the cake was heavy, too much for me, and I politely declined it. The next was a vanilla base with strawberry cream and mousse—fresh and delicious, but not something that struck me as a birthday cake. I did ask Pistor to make it another day so Nicolais and I could enjoy it in the garden.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

He touched both of his cheeks, overjoyed with the sweetness inside his mouth. After another spoonful of chocolate, at the latter, he sipped his vanilla milkshake. Again, with the same jovial expression on his handsome face. Rina shook her head, she couldn't imagine the sweetness inside Roy's mouth right now. She may be a fan of sweets, but she couldn't possibly imagine thrusting her mouth with bountiful sweets like what Roy did. "Are rich people always this weird?" her mind tries to process Roy's eating habits.

“Goodbye princess, I hope to never cross your path again.” Leon and Nathan were the happiest people in the palace. After their friend's revolt, they could not feel more proud. They were very surprised that the king could have that much courage to confront the most powerful people in his country. “Today, I will cook all his favourite dishes.” the chef smiled after he put on his white apron. “Assistant! Prepare the guacamole for me. I will need it later.” “Yes, sir.” “Also, I will need you to buy some dark chocolate from the market. I will prepare some Mousse Au Chocolat.” he rubbed his hands with a smirk.

The person who kept the food was even considerate enough to add dessert alongside the food. I sat up quickly, munched on the sweet tasting Nashville hot chicken; accompanied by a slice of pecan pie and gulped down the sparkling water like a wounded lion. As soon as I finished the first food I’d had in days, the door opened revealing a tall dark brooding figure. He looked extremely attractive with his grayish eyes and demigod kind of body. He was cloaked in Royal regalia, signifying that he was royalty. Instinctively, I bowed my head but was immediately dismissed by a flick of his wrist.

“Funny excuse! By the way, it's been a long time since we explored the royal genealogy room in the palace. I want to show you something." “But before that, I want to enjoy something to freshen my throat.” "Okay, I'll buy some ice cream for you." "Do not! It's better to eat ice cream in the palace, the ice cream made by the palace chef is the most delicious." A few moments later, at the palace, the Prince and his wife enjoyed a large portion of chocolate and vanilla flavored ice cream because they were deliberately asked to make one portion so they could enjoy it together. Since there was no one in the dining room, the Prince began to act sweetly towards his woman like helping to wipe the cor