Cocoa Parlor Chocolate Novels & Stories

Lavender's POV I sat at the corner table of the smoothie bar, one leg crossed over the other, sipping leisurely from my Chocolate-Covered Cherry Smoothie. The thick, rich flavor of chocolate swirled with tangy cherry lingered on my tongue as I half-listened to Gael's voice, which had been droning on for the past ten minutes about his latest date.

I added some more croissants then walked over to the omelet station. “It looks like someone expend her energy,” she said grinning and took my plate from my hand. She added the omelet and then covered it and placed it on her tray. I followed her back to the back office along with another mug of hot chocolate that I got from the tea station. I had been too spoiled for choice by the variety at the station, from the herbal teas, to flavored tea bags down to the coffees. In the end Cynthia saved me and made me hot chocolate. Because again there were about ten different types of chocolate ranging from dark to milk chocolates as well as a wide selection of marshmallow pieces.

But, one glance from him, as if he could read her thoughts and see deep into her soul, fixed her in her chair. He reached for the tray of refreshments Eden had forgotten until now and took one of the brightly decorated styrofoam cups, with a Rise Coffee Shop logo stamped to its side, and the word 'macchiato' scrolled in pretty, feminine-like handwriting on the white lid. They had outlets nationwide, mostly in shopping malls, but Eden remembered seeing one in the food court, on the first floor, when she played with the interactive map. She's a sucker for their chai lattes and would kill for one right now, or anything warm really.

she orders and I give her a salute which she shakes her head at. As I listen to the popcorn begin to pop over the stove top, I rummage through the basement pantry in search of the hot chocolate. After a few moments of me having pregnancy brain, I realize they're on the shelf directly above me, faced to the front and everything. "Rolo or Milk chocolate?" I yell up the stair well. Nothing. "Macy!" I call again and begin slowly walking up the stairs with both mixes in my arms. I betcha Philip bought the Rolos kind, Macy is an original type of woman.

Amanda shook her head disapprovingly, the color of the decoration seemed too busy. “I think the brown one is more suitable, as the name implies, cafe chocolate. Because chocolate combines with a sweet taste. How? It's good, is not it?" asked Amanda. Devina nodded in agreement, they then took a paper and drew a picture of the cafe. The wall design is full of chocolate and cocoa depictions feel right and harmonious. After they made a concept, they called a handsome interior design painter, Jason. A handsome man with a typical painter's style with an open hat and shirt showing his six-pack abs muscles. Of course, Devina did not overlook the sight.

The camera zoomed out just a bit more, and Chloe and Grace joined them. Sarah gave them both a hug and asked them what their favorite special drinks were. “Cocoa,” Grace said, “with marshmallows.” “Big marshmallows or the miniature ones?” Auberjonois asked quite seriously. “Minis,” Grace said, and he nodded approvingly. Chloe nodded. “I like hot cider better, with a cinnamon stick.” “Also very good,” he said. “And now I’d like to show you a mocktail I loved making for my own pups when they were your age.”

I heard a voice near us and then a squeal coming from my baby girl, I tuned to them with big wide eyes, whose that? "Darjin, what are you doing here?" I ask him in a cold voice. "Good morning Miss Evelyn, I'm here to say hello to the pretty girl," he says looking at my baby girl, holding what looks to be a chocolate rose in his hand. "What's that?" I ask him in a cold voice, what is he giving my little one? "It's my homework," he says. "What homework?" I ask again. "It's my baking class, we're learning about chocolate and I did this, it's pure chocolate but then it got some red filling," he says with a wink meaning blood.

“I can do that. I think.” “There’s a catch,” Sarah added, her grin widening. “He’s a total snob about it. The chocolate has to be at least seventy percent cacao, the texture has to be just right… even our professional chef here rarely gets it perfect enough for his standards. He says no one makes it like our grandmother used to.”

he said, helping her place it on the table. [The lady at the store told me it’s the most popular product right now, and since she noticed it was for my craving, she gave me a special chocolate that’s not too sweet.] “Wow, that’s good salesmanship. She gave you good advice,” he said, tasting the chocolate and noticing it wasn’t as sweet as it seemed. [It’s from the café across the park, and I got a discount because the owner’s granddaughter is one of my students.] “That’s great. By the way, you didn’t tell me how your schedule worked out?”

She just wanted to go home, hide in her room, and pretend the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened. But then she remembered. Pascal. The Speedy Fudge she'd promised him. "Actually, do they sell Speedy Fudge there?" she asked. "They do. The full range of our chocolate products, plus ice cream." "Then okay. I promised Pascal I'd bring him one." Ryan smiled. "Perfect. Let's go." … The Lancaster Group ice cream shop was tucked into a trendy part of downtown, all glass windows and modern décor with the company's signature chocolate-brown accents. Even on a Saturday evening, it was busy with families with children, couples on dates, groups of teenagers laughing over elaborate sundaes.