Chocolate Royalty Novels & Stories

"Sure. What is it, Princess?" The moment he looked at me, I almost forgot what I was going to ask him. He looked really nice with his messy hair and apron. It really suits him, doing the thing he loves. I almost got distracted that I noticed he was already staring at me. I immediately went back to my senses. "I was wondering if you can make the dessert for tomorrow?" He raised a brow. "And that is?" I cleared my throat. "Queen Josephine and King Ricardo like cheesecakes too. Thomas and Althea prefer it more with blueberry. You can mix up something like that, right?"

I was woken up by a familiar smell. One that I thought I’d never smell again. Chocolate… It was warm chocolate with a crust outside from the oven. No, I thought tossing myself up to see the table being set by that small lizard servant. “What’s that smell?” She looked back at me and then down to a small plate of chocolate muffins, “The King requests you let him know if they are not made to your specifications.”

she said solemnly, “it sounds like ice cream. And chocolate and ice cream are friends.” Cameron chuckled from across the room, where he was pouring wine into two glasses. “Careful, Ostara, you’re training your successor.” “Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “Every queen needs an heir.” Donna’s smile widened at that, cheeks pink with pride. She rattled off her thoughts on the other flavors too — hazelnut was “too grown up,” orange blossom “tasted like perfume in her head.” “See?” Cameron said, handing me a glass. “She’s a little genius. Already branding in her own way.”

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

she frowns in rage. My favorite chocolate is not Cioccolato di Modica, but Bacio Perugina

The CFO stopped writing. "We don't want a model for our brand," Ryan said firmly. There was an edge to his voice now, sharp and angry. "Sweet Alchemy will succeed because of the quality of the chocolate. Not because of celebrity endorsements." Nikolai's face stayed neutral,. "That's unfortunate," he said calmly. "But I understand."

His wisdom and impartial perspective helped me navigate the complexities of royalty, keeping my authenticity intact. Over time, I began to find my own space within Danish high society. I discovered that I could honor my humble origin and, at the same time, embrace the traditions and elegance of royalty. My authenticity and humility have earned the respect of those around me, and I was able to build genuine and meaningful relationships.

"Traditional lace suits an empire built on logistics. It projects stability." "Acceptable? Just acceptable?" Maeve pouted, tossing the fabric onto the velvet sofa between us and reaching for a tray of gold-leafed macarons. "You’ve been giving me half-hearted answers for the last twenty minutes, darling! What about the cake? The pastry chef at the Metropol offered a six-tier vanilla bean with passionfruit curd, or a rich dark chocolate truffle. Which one says 'I rule Moscow's elite'?" "The chocolate," I said, my eyes tracking a stray thread on my cuff. "Dark chocolate leaves a bitter aftertaste. It commands respect."

“I really appreciate it.” By the time they returned back to the palace it was a bit late. She had her supper in her own rooms and went to bed early. It was going to be a big day for her and she didn’t want to spoil it no matter what. Neal found it hard to forgive the woman he loved so dearly. How could she betray him like that? After everything he had done for her, after giving her his heart and she just tramped upon it as if it was nothing. Neal was the last-born child of the current king and queen of Qarth. His family had been ruling for long and they were respected globally. Being the youngest he got spoiled by his mother, he did whatever he wanted which included being with the girl he li

I said to her with an awkward smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, miss. I just felt you’ll probably want the one which is more chilled.” She uttered and bowed a little. “It’s fine. The chilled glass of water will do.” “Alright, miss. You can also have this shortbread for a snack. It’s been trending among the royals for quite some time. You should try it.” She suggested and placed a plate of shortbread before me. “Thank you.” I appreciated her and pulled a chair from the dining, sat down and began to chew on the delicacy.