Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

“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.”

I was smiling from ear to ear as I looked at the service crew putting the cakes that I choose on each box. I ordered Chocolate Decadence, Nelusko, Black Velvet, Chocolate Happy Cake and chocolate chips cookies. “Are you sure you can eat all of that?” I glanced at Kristoff when he suddenly spoke. He was also looking at the boxes of cakes in front of us. “Why are you asking? Are you saying that all of that is too much for you to pay?” I said and raised my brow to him.

He said and I looked at him disbelief. "You ate it all in one day?" "Yeah it's really good.” "Max, it's 80% dark cocoa.. it's not swee-" "It's delicious." He said as he put another scoop to his mouth. This guy is unbelievable.. He continued to type again and again, I felt bad suddenly because it’s my work but he’s the one who work for it. "Max.." I called and he looked up to me. "Huh?" "Let's switch again.. I'm not tired anymore.”

"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.

The restaurants were inaccessible, the convenience store had outrageous prices, room service would not deliver food, and scavenging trash cans would get us caught by security. What other options were there? We wandered over to the duty-free shop. A shop assistant at the chocolate counter was holding out a sample tray, and Henry and I exchanged a glance. I walked over first with a curious expression. "Excuse me, is this dark chocolate on the bitter side? I'm not a fan of things that are too sweet." "You can try this one," the shop assistant said, handing me a sample of chocolate. "This is 75% cocoa. It is rich, bittersweet with a lingering finish."

Then, he leaned back and said, “It’s so-so.” He saw Charlie frown, but Adrian dismissed it and reached out for a cookie. He took a bite and had to swallow a moan! The crisp edge gave way to a soft, chewy center, and the bittersweet chocolate melted on his tongue! Then came the nutty crunch of the pistachio, a perfect mix of saltiness and sweetness. It was the best-tasting cookie he had ever tried! However, he dared not express it. Instead, Adrian said, “It’s not bad.”

I paid quickly, murmuring my thanks, and stepped back out into the crisp afternoon air. Today was our third wedding anniversary, and I’d decided to surprise him with a box of his favorite dark chocolate cookies from the little bakery on Maple Street, plus the name Midnight Lover sounded ridiculously romantic and I was feeling bold for once. Though the smell of the cookies was making me feel surprisingly queasy. The rich, dark-chocolate aroma that usually made my mouth water was turning my stomach in tight, unwelcome knots. I paused on the front steps, the paper bag warm in my hands, and took a slow breath through my mouth instead of my nose.

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!