Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

One I always saw with the rich wives, who went to a salon every day, just so their hair would be good. When done she gave me sheer-looking underwear and a dark red short dress. It went straight down, but it was even shorter than the maid’s one. One wrong move and my underwear was seen by everyone near me – that was probably the point. Then she gave me the same shoes she wore, but in a dark red color as well and with a slightly higher heel. The last thing she gave me was a choker, in the same color as my dress. “The pendent will be made and once it is done it will be connected here,” She pointed at a small loop in the front.

"Half cup granulated sugar, three-quarter brown sugar, one teaspoon salt, half cup unsalted butter, one egg, one teaspoon vanilla extract, one and a quarter cups of all-purpose flour, half teaspoon of baking soda, milk and dark chocolate chunks" Emilia recited. She had everything she needed to make chocolate chip cookies. Max would be back soon and she was going to surprise him with them. Mel had done almost all the chores, Gwen and TC were babysitting Gaby, Doug was nowhere to be seen and Thea was probably busy looking for Lisandra. With nothing left to do, she had decided to keep herself busy by baking. Even though Max had put a price on Lisandra's head, it didn't mean they were going to f

“Still hasn’t arrived. And now, I’m craving it so badly it’s driving me insane.” Arden chuckled softly. “Cookies? All this gloom over cookies?” Asher looked up at him with mock seriousness. “You don’t understand. It’s not just cookies. They were special. Chocolate chip with almond bits. Perfectly crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside—” “Okay, okay,” Arden said, raising his hands in surrender, laughing. “You’re making me crave them too.” Asher sighed dramatically, falling back on the bed. “I hate waiting.”

He glared at the table like it was the table that offended him. He hadn't expected that something had been going on underground. He didn't expect that the company he hadn't even suspected was behind all this. “Cavin Group…” He growled, “How daring…” He gritted, his voice low and dangerous. The cavin group had once been a big group and they worked together long ago, but that was until they began to get greedy and want more than they could chew. But would Nathan be dumb to allow them to do as they like?! No!

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

Yet, the lack of any clear evidence only adds to the headache throbbing at my temples. I pull into the nearest store, the fluorescent lights flickering over the aisles as I head to the cookie section. I could have asked my old granny or my butler to whip something up, but it might be too late for that. I grab a pack of cookies, their sweet scent wafting up as I open the bag. Chocolate chip. Classic. Then I spot the dark chocolate. I know it’s supposed to help with stress, so I toss a bar into my cart, hoping it will ease my racing mind.

He walked through the dark night, his hands in his pockets, moving like a night owl. His mind was crowded with thoughts, but he was trying to fight them off. After walking for about 15 minutes, he sat down near the footpath. Eventually, he went into a nearby bar where everyone was dancing. He entered, found a table, and draped his black coat over the chair. He wanted to talk to someone and even took out his phone but then put it away. Although he had never drunk before, tonight he felt the urge to. He signaled the waiter and asked for a glass. When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp.

Drew teased me as he tried to erase the creases in my forehead. “And what does sharing my thoughts with you have anything to do with me growing old fast?” I retorted. He just arrived when I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. He said he came from his shop and wanted me to try his new creation: Choco Coffee Treats. I have yet to get the exact recipe but, by just listening to its name, I assume it's grounded roasted coffee beans mixed in with chocolate. And I must say, it is good on my palette.

He ordered a black forest skillet brownie and a caramel apple macchiato, to subside his sugar craving. “Here’s your order sir, enjoy.” the food looked gorgeous enough to compete in the fashion week. Taking a bite from the brownie, he got an unique sour-sweet flavored cherries with bitter dark chocolate perfectly balanced with brown sugar. And the macchiato had rich and sweet apple juice with toasty dark caramel and caramel ribbon crunch as toppings. Overall, it was a delicious treat for dessert lovers like him.