Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

It has two chocolate one-seaters conjoined to each other by the side that doesn't have an arm rest making it look like a two-seater in the middle of the parlor facing a small Samsung television with a DVD player sitting on a small milk TV stand. A chocolate coffee table with a twin milk bowl, one filled with assorted sweets, chocolates and candies while the other has traditional sweets such as tuwon madara, gullisuwa, iloka, kantun Ghana, ligidi, hallakabo, sealed kwakumeti in a nylon among others sit on the coffee table.

"You're in for a treat." I step inside, the air rich with the scent of cocoa and sugar. My mouth waters as I take in the display of sweet treats. We browse the selection, our eyes taking in the variety of flavors: dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, chocolate with nuts, chocolate with fruit. The possibilities are endless. "What are you thinking?" Kora asks, her eyes darting between the shelves. I bite my lip, my stomach rumbling as the smells and sights overwhelm my senses. "Maybe something with hazelnuts," I say, my voice filled with excitement. "Or maybe... raspberry?"

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.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to sulk the day away?” “I think you know which I’d prefer, but I also know you’re not going to let me stay silent and grumpy, so talk it is,” I say. “Try Caffe Amor. It’s a new coffee place on the bottom floor. They have the most amazing cappuccinos,” the makeup artist says as she caps the eyeliner she was just using. “Ooh, cappuccinos! Let’s go,” Sharon says, lacing her arm through mine and pulling me off the stool.

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.

The things she was saying weren't in his mind, and when he heard her talk about them, everything in his head was jumbled. After all, who did she hear all that knowledge from? Could it be that she heard from the man who killed Vincent? Maris continued to peel a chocolate candy and put it in Lucasta's mouth. The sweetness of the chocolate spread quickly in the mouth, making Lucasta amused and grinning while her clear eyes were still wet with tears. - Chocolate candy is made from two principal ingredients that are sugar and milk... - In short, if she eats sweets, she won't be spicy, right?

"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.

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.”