Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”

Then we go inside. As soon as we step in, I inhale the scent of cocoa. My mouth waters. I see the piles of chocolate on display — dark brown, light brown, square, oval, rectangle, round, heart-shaped, striped, dusted, topped with bits of gold. I swallow. This is paradise. "Hello. What kind of chocolate would you like?" the saleslady behind the counter ask me with a warm smile. I look at the chocolate pieces and I place my hands on my cheek. I never thought I'd be asked such an amazing question or that I'd have such a hard time answering.

Welcome, esteemed guest, to Chocolate Kiss! Enter, be transported to our rustic haven, Where you can relax and have some quiet meditation. Our service is best, forget about the rest. Have a sweet tooth? Not a problem! Our cafe’s cakes will satisfy your cravings. Freshly brewed coffee, scrumptious bread baked daily, Come, take a break, no need to hesitate! If you happen to have lost something that’s yours, Come through our doors. The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching

Trying to prevent myself from falling victim into Bobby Goodwin’s hands, I leave as soon as Jamie’s breakfast is ready to go. Just when I am walking up the street planning to return to Minerva, a candy shop named Sweet Toothie catches my attention. On the display rack by the window, I see boxes in brown arranged neatly on it. On the brown boxes, gold words are seen on the lid. It says DeLafee. “DeLafee!” So this is the shop Victor mentioned last night, there are retail packages! I can get one without going to Chocolate Hut and order that fancy fountain!

Carlos POV As expected, it wasn't easy to get the chocolate cupcake and ice-cream at this hour. It took us a while to search for the coffee shop that opens 24 hours. "Happy?" I asked her once I entered the car and passed her the paper bag in my hand. "Why can't we eat there?" She looked at the 24 hours coffee shop near the road. "Hell no, I'm not going to let anyone see you like this. This is only for me." I said glancing at her beside me and started to drive to the penthouse.

Well, he can go ahead and pass by a little quicker if you ask me. “Coming right up.” One business-formal jerk will not ruin my day. Nuh-uh, no way. “Chocolate powder?” I call over, sweet and polite. “Yeah,” he clips out, like this monstrous drink is so freaking obvious. The man’s eye twitches when I present him with his drink in a pale pink mug–a half deflated cappuccino, dusted with chocolate and slumping like a drunkard down the side of the cup. “What the—”

then he was going to pop the question again, and he was sure she wouldn't say no. ********* Kathleen smiled a few minutes later at the box of chocolates on her table thinking it was from Jacob, they were her favorite knockoffs of the Ecuadorian cacao bar which cost a hundred dollars per brick. Taking a seat, she took her time to admire the box and then she realized it wasn't a knock off—it was the real thing!! it costs over five hundred dollars.

I was in the exact dead-center of a likely mafia showdown in the middle of international waters, yet here I was, sitting alone in the yacht's ultra-luxurious salon, face-to-face with a spread of whiskey, a gourmet cheese platter, and handmade chocolates that had been left in front of me. A normal person would be shaking with fear in this situation, but my dopamine receptors were locked onto the seventy percent cocoa content of the chocolate. While analyzing the pore structure of the Gruyère on the cheese platter, I was calculating the diffusion rate of the woody aroma rising from the whiskey glass into the air.