Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

Her plump hands reached for the highest-quality Belgian dark chocolate bars with 75 percent cacao. Harper placed the chocolate on a wooden cutting board. Her large knife began to move with rapid, precise rhythm. The sound of the blade hitting the board echoed through the kitchen, sounding like a war drum she was beating herself. She melted the dark chocolate with thick butter in a heated bowl. A thick, glossy black liquid began to form, emitting a bittersweet aroma so rich, strong, and sensual that it filled the air around her. Harper stirred the batter slowly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the chocolate steam hitting her sweat-drenched face.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

When he glanced over and caught me staring, I darted my attention back to the stove and I finished the no-bakes. Everyone gathered around and collected a handful, where we returned to the living room. Darcy carried the rum bottle with her, and though she didn’t let anyone else drink anymore, she kept pouring herself glass after glass. “God,” Wick groaned as he plopped down onto the couch. “It feels good to just sit after such a long day.” Then he took a bite of his cookie and moaned again. “Holy shit.” His gaze shot to me. “These are amazing. You’ve been holding out on me, woman.”

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

“We know. She’s tougher than you, probably.” “Oh, no doubt,” Damien agrees, earning a laugh from the group. Katie opens the cookie box, revealing an assortment of intricately decorated treats. “I baked these last night. There’s chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and some experimental ones with peanut butter and white chocolate.” Carol eyes the cookies eagerly. “You really know how to make a new mom feel spoiled.” Sarah pulls sandwiches from her bag, setting them on the table. “I figured you’d need something savory too. These are chicken salad and turkey avocado.”

I replied. “At least someone does.” She sighed. Serena carried the coffee service to the table. She set cups in front of us, then poured the coffee. Setting a plate of cookies out, Serena indicated what was in the little pots and poured coffee for herself. We quietly sipped our drinks. I grabbed a cookie. It smelled like chocolate. I took a bite and it was the most incredible thing I’d ever put in my mouth. Chocolate and butterscotch danced on my tongue. It was just sweet enough to be a treat on its own, but not so sweet to overpower the sweetness of the sugar in my coffee.

“Come in before I start chewing through wires.” She entered and set the tray down on the low table beside my desk. On it were four small pieces of chocolate, neatly labeled with mini flags stuck in each square. “I know it’s technically Friday, but I couldn’t wait. New blend. Maybe a new flagship product, if it passes your grumpy standards.” I reached for the first one—labeled “C3.” I bit into it slowly. Let the flavor unfold. Rich Tanzanian cocoa, mid-notes of elderflower, just a trace of almond to deepen the finish.