Dark Cacao X Pure Vanilla Novels & Stories

We follow her and I see how Claus is devouring her ass, which I must say is big and round, I like this girl's body. Arriving at the VIP room, he stops at the door to let us go first, as soon as I enter, I remember why this restaurant is one of my favorites, everything inside is decorated in dark tones and everything is very elegant.

“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.”

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

He wouldn't trade his fiance for the world. "What'd she want? Some good ol' sex." I tease him. "I wish." He says laughing at me as he teasingly pushes me away. "She wanted ice cream and waffles." Chloe, Lucas' fiance, has been pregnant for 6 months and as you can notice, she's been having some midnight cravings for a while now. "Don't get me wrong, I love her so much, but she send me back to make new waffles because the previous ones were too brown." I laugh as I picture Chloe ordering Lucas around all night.

just text me wen you get here 😒 Cammy🙊: ite ma End of text convo "aye I found the dre-- is that Cam" "yeah we have an hour to get beautified" "okay that's a good amount of time, but i found the dresses which do you want to wear" She held up the black dress then the white dress, I feel if I wear the white dress it would make look even darker but the black dress might blend with my skin and someone will make a joke about how I look like I'm naked and I don't want to hea--

“It's time my muse, time for your fate to be decided.” “Don't call me that.” Vanilla snapped, Darkness's lips twitched. “And what would you prefer? Prey? Cat? Pet? I can call you anything you wish.” “Vanilla. My name is Vanilla.” “Vanilla…” He stretched the word, as if tasting it. “ That's even better.” Darkness opened the bar door like it was nothing, Vanilla couldn't figure out how he did it, because she tried opening that door and it didn't even budge. She hastened to her feet, meeting his eyes without showing weakness. Darkness stopped only when he was right in front of her, his hand traced her cheek, erupting goosebumps on every path his cold hand touched. “ It's your only chance Vanill

Fleur’s Point of View A sense of gratitude started my mood, for I just finished cutting a block of dark chocolate that I had newly mixed in the cookie dough. It still needs to chill for tomorrow’s batch of orders. The whole room, No! The entire apartment is being consumed by the yummy base notes of vanilla.

A fraction of a second later, a minute crimson indicator materialized at the upper margin of Sophia’s avatar. Avery cleared the security lock on her interface instantly. Sophia: I just recalled the details. The storefront immediately adjacent to the "Semi-room" bookstore used to function as an artisanal confectionery. Their signature item was a high-density dark chocolate formulation. We initiated a visit there the exact afternoon we failed our third-year systemic physiology examination. The bitterness left our tongues entirely numb. You noted at the time that such a high alkaloid concentration could directly stimulate the sympathetic nervous system.

“You came here with fire. Let’s not pretend you don’t want to burn.” His presence was a storm steady, bold, intoxicating. She could smell sugar and spice and something older, darker, behind his cool exterior. She had seen men like him in books, in fantasies, but never this close. Rafael didn’t move. He just reached into a drawer, pulled out a gold tin of dark chocolate ganache, cracked the lid and dipped a spoon. “Let me show you why Vanessa won’t stop coming back.” She should’ve walked away. But her feet betrayed her, slowly stepping closer until the scent of the chocolate hit her full force rich, warm, wicked.