Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

She could not judge her that fast. "Tell me. You can trust me anyway!" replied Nisa in her gentle tone half murmured. Delilah smiled faintly and nodded. "Let's talk while having something to drink at Starbucks. You can tell me. Don't worry. I can keep a secret." Delilah nodded again. Delilah finally gave up her intention to buy a knife. They exited Walmart and walked to a nearby coffee shop. Nisa and Delilah are chocolate lovers, so they both ordered a nice cup of warm chocolate. At the same time, their two bodyguards sat at another table a little further than them enjoying a hot americano.

She said, "Ooooh, of course, we've got Chocoflan, Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, Caramel Chocolate Chip Cookie Tart, Chocolate-Peanut Butter Cheesecake and Triple-Chocolate Trifle." She said Ember could tell that they were all good. "Well…can I have them all?" She asked. "Yes of course. Please have a seat while I get them for you." The woman said. Ember nodded her head and she went and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Then we'd better hurry." The dessert shop was a tiny hole-in-the-wall tucked between a bookstore and a vintage clothing store, the kind of place you would walk past a hundred times without noticing. Inside, it was all warm wood and string lights and the smell of fresh-baked cookies. A glass display case held an array of cakes and pastries that made Clara's mouth water. "The chocolate lava cake," Cassian said, pointing. "Trust me." "I trust you." They ordered two lava cakes and two cups of coffee and settled into a corner booth by the window. The shop was nearly empty at this hour just a young couple in the far corner and an elderly man reading a newspaper at the counter.

The restaurants were inaccessible, the convenience store had outrageous prices, room service would not deliver food, and scavenging trash cans would get us caught by security. What other options were there? We wandered over to the duty-free shop. A shop assistant at the chocolate counter was holding out a sample tray, and Henry and I exchanged a glance. I walked over first with a curious expression. "Excuse me, is this dark chocolate on the bitter side? I'm not a fan of things that are too sweet." "You can try this one," the shop assistant said, handing me a sample of chocolate. "This is 75% cocoa. It is rich, bittersweet with a lingering finish."

Tom mumbles, then blows strands of light hair out of his eyes. He pours thick, frothy milk into the intensely fragrant coffee. He places the cup on a silver tray, where an enticingly fragrant brownie awaits. Saliva gathers in my mouth in a split second. If I weren’t held back by the fact that I work here, I’d be able to pounce on the treat and gobble it up without leaving a crumb. Chocolate is my weak point, and I’m not just talking about the usual bars in silver, no… it’s a much bigger addiction. Chocolate pudding, chocolate cakes, chocolate on toast, hot chocolate to drink… hot chocolate to drink… “ALEX!” Anna snaps her fingers right in front of my nose, snapping me out of my reverie.

I found some cookies, bread, fruit… “I’m in paradise…” until I saw it, up high, as if it were placed there so no one could reach it. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” It was a DeLaFee. A chocolate that makes me want to eat it just by the name alone, and the price of it makes my mouth water. Five hundred dollars… I know I’m a twenty-one-year-old adult, but inside me lives a child who loves chocolate and only gets to eat it at Christmas. I climbed onto the counter, “treed” up the shelf, and reached the five-hundred-dollar bastard.

The coffee shop smells of coffee beans and hums with the faint conversations of strangers. I make my way to a free booth by the window and slide down. He joins me and sits in front of me. Underneath the table, I imagine that he’s crossed his legs in the same way he always does. Even after a day away, nothing changes. A barista comes to our table. The name tag above her breast calls her Amanda but Larry focuses, instead, on me when he speaks. “I’d like a black coffee, with chocolate soy milk for myself and a caramel latte with Oat milk for my friend here.”

What was it? Her eyes stopped on a group of people at the bar, who were enjoying what looked to be chocolate candies wrapped in foil. The chocolate candies were in the shape of a heart. Suddenly, reminded of the M&M’s slogan, Elara marched up to the bar where the bowl of candies were and immediately dumped the bowl on top of the counter much to the annoyance of the guests who were in the middle of enjoying the chocolates, and saw the exact same card she had gotten at the coat check taped to the bottom of the bowl.

Lola We stopped off at our regular coffee shop to catch up. Cafe du Coin is a quaint restaurant with a French theme that serves fancy brews, teas, and pastries. We love the food and service here. Plus, the pecan shortbreads and cocoa are to die for. Making me happy she was available to drive me home today. I sit across from Mia at the cast iron table, watching as she undoes her braided blonde hair. Shaking out her head, Mia looks gorgeous as the light catches her hazel eyes. It makes me jealous that she has such a natural beauty.

He returned to the fridge, pulling out a container and when he opened the lid it was full of dark chocolate pudding. I stared at him genuinely surprised that this angry man had a sweet tooth— of course he choice of coffee was a dead give away but still. "You eat chocolate pudding? At midnight?" And he just glanced at me.. "The cocoa percentage is eighty-seven. It's not 'pudding.' It's a controlled delivery system for flavonoids and magnesium, which aid cognitive function." I just raised my eyebrow at him watching him lie to himself and I couldn’t help it. I let out a hearty laugh.