Coklat Bella Novels & Stories

When Belle accidentally glanced into Bastian’s room, she gasped and quickly turned away, heart pounding. He was sleeping. Shirtless. Only in boxers. Belle’s skin prickled all over. She scurried into Anthony’s room, trying to shake the image from her mind. On Anthony’s desk, several identical black bubble-wrapped packages sat in a row. Belle groaned. Which one was it supposed to be? She picked one up and gave it a shake, hoping to guess the contents. “What’s in these, anyway?” she muttered. “Matcha.” The deep, groggy voice startled her so severely she let out a small squeak. Belle turned around to see Bastian leaning against the doorframe, covering a yawn with his hand.

“Oh my God! Finally you have moved on from Samuel. The way you’re praising this man’s handsomeness.” Bella’s smile faded slightly. “Hmmm… let’s leave Samuel aside,” she said calmly. Then she added softly, “But I still want Samuel for myself though.” Mariam stared at her. “Ah! Isn’t that too much?” Bella laughed proudly. “My dear, it’s not too much at all.” She flipped her hair confidently. “I’m a very beautiful girl… dark chocolate beauty.” She winked. “I need more guys to spoil me.” Mariam shook her head but laughed.

I and Damian stood up to greet them. “Damian Black. It is so nice to finally meet you.” They said as they exchanged handshakes with him. I was so relieved they were speaking English because I didn’t understand the French language. “Same here Mr. Elliot and Mr. Matteo.” He answered. “And who is this Belle?” The Matteo guy asked. “This is Selina Cortez, the designer I talked to you about.” Damian answered. “Really? Just like her name and designs, she is beautiful.” Elliot said which made me smile.

“Wow, if this goes on I could get fat,” said Gadis, chuckling. On her desk were several bengbeng, chocolate-layered biscuits, or other snacks as part of the payment for the Shoes bet. Even though Gadis had not guessed the color that King would wear this morning.

The team for "Nostalgia Coconut Juice" was officially established yesterday, comprising seven members with Emily as the team leader. Judging from the personnel arrangement, the company attaches great importance to this project, as all participants possess both experience and capabilities, except for Bella, who sticks out like a sore thumb. Despite being a seasoned employee for several years, her business acumen is undeniable. Mr. Devon has promoted individuals out of the ordinary before, but those were young girls. Bella is already married, for heaven's sake!

She suggested. Blake and Stefan glanced at each other in surprise at her response. Their waiters brought drinks interrupting them from the current conversation. Her waitress placed one cup on the table and handed her a glass with a decadent aroma. “What is this called again?” Clarissa asked politely. “Cota baba.” She replied, eagerly watching Clarissa. Clarissa took a sip, hoping to settle the woman’s excitement. It was sweet and sour at the same time, while coating her tongue in tiny bubbles that popped on contact. The drink was like no other but it was-

"They let absolutely anyone in here. I thought you said this place was exquisite, Nathan?" Charlotte Wright whined at Nathan Lewis whose lips were compressed into a fine line as he looked me over. He hadn't seen me since the day I had refused his marriage proposal. I was still not sure how I felt about the bruises he'd left on my arms while he tried to convince me to marry him immediately. "This place is exquisite, Char. That's why Bella and Rachel are here. You know they're foodies, right? Bella got a write-up for being one of the best pastry chefs in the city and she still thinks Cannedy's is the best place to go for a sugar fix."

There was a long table set up with a lot of sweets and candy and another special table decorated. Bella walked towards Zoe peeking very proud of herself, Bella looked every part of a cowgirl. She had a pink checkered shirt and black long jeans, and her hair was braided. ”Where did you get your booth?" Zoe asked. The booth was brown with a pink ribbon attached to it. This wasn't her style though, more like what her little sister would wear. ”I know they look terrible, I borrowed them from my cousin.” Bella said with a frown.

"But I think there's something missing. Show us your tits." Bella straightens obediently, then shimmies around until she's facing the group, lacing her fingers together behind her head. Charlotte purses her lips as she runs her finger along the chain, not pulling on it but obviously making Bella feel it. "Ah, I know, you would be so much prettier in a corset." She turns around and walks back to the main group, then bends down and retrieves Bella's cyan-