Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

I looked out at the beautiful panorama beneath us, but I wasn’t as excited as I had been on other trips. “Do you fancy hot chocolate?” Gabriel asked, holding my hand. “You bet I will” In no time, we served that nice steamy drink in a cozy place near the ski slope watching outside the window. There was no better way to warm up than with a mug of hot chocolate. The perfect blend of creamy and rich, the signature hot chocolate was made with Ghirardelli white chocolate and saffron, then topped with whipped cream and an amber-colored chocolate disc. And the best part? It came in an adorable ceramic mug.

The cocoa, the sugar, the mint, the citrus, the roasted nuts, a hint of cardamom permeated the whole factory. The citrusy, I sniffed. “Interesting.” “I can show you around just like old times, Are,” Michelle suggested. I looked around, there were racks, tables, and trays everywhere with finish products of different shapes and different colors of chocolates. Reigh chocolates had signature designs of red, golden, and brown wrappers, but they had different designs for Valentine’s Day. “I think we’re good, Mich. Thanks for the sweet welcome!” “You’re always welcome, dear.” We bid goodbye to Mitch and to the other staff when I felt satisfied with my short tour. I could feel a smile on my face whe

Its walls are dark timber paneling with big green–glass pendant lights hanging low over oversized chocolate leather lounges that have coloured scatter cushions all over them. Big wooden coffee tables adorn the center of each setting. The clientele are eclectic, from normal girls from the district and lawyers, punk rockers to gorgeous men. Great coffee music always adds to the ambience and atmosphere, although on the last four or five times it hasn’t been as enjoyable as normal. As we find a table in a reserved corner of the room and sit, she passes me the iPad on the table. I guess that's how you order. I placed in my order for a piece of their Chocolate cherry cake, and a pumpkin spiced lat

It was a light lilac pinkish color and had what looked like different colors of light paint splatter with raw hems on the bottom and the three quarter sleeves giving it a cut off look. Meredith padded into the kitchen and began looking around. Since she had found random items in the kitchen the other day she decided to look for something to make hot cocoa. She found some packets of Ghirardelli cocoa mix. She was somewhat surprised that the kitchen was actually stocked with normal items. Although she wasn’t sure how much the cocoa packets cost. Just the idea that there was not only cocoa packets but also a container of tiny marshmallows. Meredith had never heard of Whittard of Chelsea, but ma

Everything fresh. Then chocolate. An entire shelf worth. Different brands. Different types. Milk chocolate. Dark chocolate. White chocolate. Chocolate bars. Chocolate chips. Chocolate-covered everything. Cotton candy. Marshmallows. Grilled pork from the deli. Sparkling water. Cases of it. The cart was overflowing but Grayson pushed it anyway. He turned the corner to head toward checkout. And bumped straight into someone else. Both of them turned around. "Grayson Cross?" "Ricardo Silva?"

He bought this book. At the other corner of that street, he saw a café. Different desserts showcased outside at the counter, he can see them through the glass walls. He went inside the café, pushing through the glass door. The entire café smelled like caramels were melting everywhere. He went straight to the counter, looking at the long menu. Scanning every dish, from peanut butter cookie lush, cheesecake trifle, Oreo-chocolate mousse pie, black forest skillet brownie, S’mores Lasagna to cinnamon apple pancakes with vanilla maple syrup and more, also a variety of coffee like latte, espresso, mocha, Americano and also vanilla bean latte, caramel apple macchiato etc. made the list even long. H

“Not funny, Knight” She slides off his lap onto the couch and drops her head back on his thighs, “better”? “A little”, I answer until Jonny starts running his fingers through her hair and she closes her eyes in response. “The Chocolate Room was cool”, she states. “What’s that? Like a room in the garden that’s growing cocoa beans or something?” I asked, making them laugh again. “No, it’s a restaurant here in Brooklyn that serves only chocolate desserts”, Jonny explains. “The mousse was sooo good”, she says, and Jonny just shakes his head in agreement.

No matter what, he had to at least leave with her number and address tonight. He was looking at a shelf of chocolates and didn’t know what to choose. A sales lady saw this and walked up to him. “Do you need any help, sir?” She inquired. There was a frown on Aaron’s forehead as he nodded. “Yes, please. Can you recommend the most delicious chocolate that women love? Something that can make her feel special?” The sales lady smiled and pointed at a section on the shelf. "You can get her a box of Lindt Lindor truffles. They are creamy and very tasty.”

I reply a little too quickly. The Chocolaterie is heaven in human form black-and-white checkered floors, walnut shelves, copper pots brimming with truffles, trays of handcrafted decadence under glass. Gold, cacao, cream the air smells like sin. Every step we take draws me deeper into its intoxicating pull.

Carol pleads, and I just nod still not able to form words yet. I dig through the food items until I find a box of expensive chocolates. I tear them open and put one straight into my mouth, I don’t even stop to check what the flavour it is – I just need the sugar. It’s coffee liqueur and dark chocolate and I know it’s a little early for the small hit of alcohol, but it’s just what I need to bring some sense back.