Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

Clarissa's P.O.V Sleep--- What is sleep? It was something I knew nothing of, at least not without pestilent dreams. However, there was something about dark chocolate that seemed to settle the pallet well. I could not deny that I was addicted. Rotating the square piece of chocolate in my hand, I gazed at it with a soft smile on my face. Intense Dark Chocolate- 72% cocoa. My mouth watered, reading the label, but my blue eyes gazed towards the café door, chiming as it opened, pulling me out of my satisfaction.

“Come in before I start chewing through wires.” She entered and set the tray down on the low table beside my desk. On it were four small pieces of chocolate, neatly labeled with mini flags stuck in each square. “I know it’s technically Friday, but I couldn’t wait. New blend. Maybe a new flagship product, if it passes your grumpy standards.” I reached for the first one—labeled “C3.” I bit into it slowly. Let the flavor unfold. Rich Tanzanian cocoa, mid-notes of elderflower, just a trace of almond to deepen the finish.

I replied, stuffing the pizza into my mouth. After what felt like forever, he finally finished drying his hair and tossed the towel into the laundry basket. Then he hopped on the only clean spot on the bed, the rest was surrounded by snacks of all kinds. There were chips, chocolates, and who knows what else. And they're probably unhealthy too, because I saw one with a million percent calories while bringing them out of the bags. I think it's called Choko. Yes the name is Choko, it's a chocolate, just so you know. You know what's the best dessert for a woman? It's online shopping from a cheap site. Trust me, it's more satisfying than you'd think. I quickly cleaned up the bed, threw the empty

heading for the nearest bodega. The flowers that normally colorfully lined the outside of the small neighborhood market were gone due to the late hour, and the place looked quiet and dark. She walked in and headed straight for the wall with the long freezer. Oh, the possibilities. Chocolate? Caramel chocolate? Caramel, chocolate and cookies? Mint chocolate chip? Vanilla bean? Chunky Monkey? Cherry Garcia? She read the titles over and over before choosing the winner: Pralines and Cream. Doing a happy dance, she closed the freezer door, whispering to the frosty container, “You’re coming home with me, you lucky dog.”

I gave them a reassuring smile and sat back with Jackson’s arm around my shoulders. They asked if they could have little while to talk it out amongst themselves, which I thought was a good sign. So, Colette led us to a coffee shop that was a two-minute walk from the building. She assured us that everything was on the house today, making sure that the baristas heard. They just nodded their heads in understanding. My eyes greedily took in all of the specialty names. It all sounded so good, but one of them caught my attention. “I’ll take a large Spiced Vanilla Chai with nutmeg drizzle please.”

Just then, the waiter brought a plate full of chocolates. “Mm?” Brandon looked at them. “What are these?” “Elena chocolate, sir,” the waiter said. “It’s a new chocolate that’s been released today. It’s only sold for one dollar outside, but the owners of the brand are members of this cafe, so we are promoting it for free.” “Oh…” Brandon took a chocolate and then pushed the plate to the guests sitting opposite to him. Vivian and Ryan also took a chocolate each. “I don’t like the name,” Vivian said, “but the cover with gold and purple… looks beautiful.”

I sighed and slummed my back to my headboard in defeat. THE COFFEE shop Maj chose for us was like transporting back to the ‘80s where comic books were popular. It had cozy couches, vintage car decor, and classic coffee machines which they should be displayed in the museum instead. The aroma of lattes, sugar, roasted hazelnuts, and coffee beans made the place more we were like in the street of Paris or Italy. I chose the table near the glass window where I could see her immediately after ordering my white chocolate latte that cost quarter my apartment lease.

"Mmm, this is good." I take one square and moan quietly at the sensation of the cocoa melting in my mouth. Just a square at a time is all I need and I feel better already. "I've also packed a block of milk honeycomb crunch, dark coffee crunch, hazelnut milk, dark raspberry" "Whoa! We're only going to be there ten days, you chocolate whore!" I laugh quietly, eating another square. I need this chocolate, more than he realises.

"Ice cream!" * * * * Dean took me to a ice cream place called Cocohodo. As we stepped into the shop, I was greeted with a fine scent of different flavors of ice cream. Dean led us to the counter and I stared at the several flavors of ice cream which was visible through the show glass. "Good afternoon. Welcome to Cocohodo." The girl behind the counter said nicely to us with a smile. "What can I get you guys?" "I'll take a medium sized cup of strawberry chocolate chip." I said to her.

I will later, but with Braxton, he will be able to explain in more detail about hunters and the supernatural world. Fine, later then. I quietly walked down the stairs to the first floor and found my way to the kitchen after getting lost, temporarily. I opened the fridge and found five bottles of coffee creamer. He had White Chocolate Raspberry, Almond Joy, Almond Roca, Salted Caramel and French Vanilla. I chose the Almond Roca flavored because it was my favorite candy! I headed back upstairs and when I made it to the third floor I nearly knocked Paulette to the floor.