Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me. "Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him. I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.

“It smells exactly like Christmas.” Ellie giggled like a little girl, patting him on the arm again, and they headed toward the waiting cookies. Ellie took three and a cup of cocoa while Dak decided one was probably all he better have. The cocoa was served in glass mugs—not foam cups as he’d expected—so he took a cup, dropping a few extra marshmallows in for good measure, and followed Ellie to an empty sofa next to a coffee table.

I have had these cookies before, but this time is like a whole new experience. “Yum. It picks up the caramel in my coffee,” I admit. Damien then shares his drink with me, and I dunk the cookie again. Taking a bite, I notice Lola watching my every move. “Not as good, Damien. You never use sugar, yet you like sweets,” I say, pointing out the irony. “The cookie is what makes the coffee sweet.” He replies like it’s common knowledge, and Lola nods in agreement. “Want to try my hot chocolate? I think it makes the cookie taste like pudding,” she asks shyly.

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.

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.

“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."