Dark Cacao X Pure Vanilla Novels & Stories

I asked, coming to stand before where she was looking into the bowl as the the moon was the only light in the room, casting the windowpane reflection across the room as it painted out our Shadow. “Chocolate and Vanilla.” I said it like the options were really out of place and I might just as well settle with anything. She tilted the bowl to me as I had a few scoops from her bowl. I enjoyed every bit of it— For that moment I admitted the vanilla tasted better. My phone buzzed. I turned the phone to her side and showed who was calling…

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.”

Sure enough, his voice slid across the mind-link and answered my unspoken suspicion. ‘Get me a large, iced caramel macchiato with four pumps of vanilla—not the sugar free shit they have, and extra caramel drizzle. If Katie’s at the register, tell her I want coconut cold foam on top. She’ll know what to do. Oh, and have them make the three shots ristretto. It’s just too bitter if they aren’t, completely ruins the flavor of the drink.’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming.

Kaye jump while holding her chest. “You shiiizy!” I just laugh before walking towards the counter. Better make her something to drink. “Bish! It is still early in the morning. Why are you here?” I ask her while preparing the ingredients. For morning drink of Kaye Chi I’ll be needing a one cup of unsweetened cocoa powder, one cup of sugar, one fourth cup of Vanilla, six cups of milk (I should use the scalded one), a pinch of salt and Ta-dah!

He sighed and pushed away from the bench where he was working on a new flavour combination. He had hoped that by staying home and working without the threat of her interrupting him he might actually be able to concentrate, but no such luck. He looked down at what he had made. Smoked dark chocolate and whiskey truffles. Exactly what she tasted like when he kissed her. It was a good combination. The traditional cigar and whiskey paired with a rich bitter chocolate. He used aged wine barrel wood to smoke the chocolate giving it a spicy taste that paired well with the whiskey.

I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking. The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.

The asshole, first time I take him serious, I have to strip "No" He pouts "That's boring" "No one was asking you" Ber says, the spoon already in his hand "There are reasons why no one listens to Coco, Brat" I don't say anything to him, cause he's obviously right, Chocolate is a high maintenance risk, if that's a thing before I drink it. Hot liquid burns in my throat, causing me to cough, hard. Caramel's rubbing my back as I look at Coco. There are tears in my eyes as he says "Ah well, Vanilla isn't good with wine"

He removed her black hair from her neck and she shivered when his lips touched her skin. "Why?" She breathed out when his hand traveled to her neck. "Because I like Darkness..." He turned her around and slammed against the wall. His hand caressed her neck and slowly stopped on her breasts. Veronica moaned and bit her lips when he squeezed it over her top. His eyes traveled on her erotic face. Red flushed cheeks, desperate lips and unstable breathing. Her boobs fit in his hand perfectly. His thumb set her lower lip free from tortures of her teeth and caressed it with his tongue. Her nails dug in his back when he massaged her breasts and dominated her mouth with his tongue. It drew muffled moa

I can't wait any longer to taste him. Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream. I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away. Like, what the freaking fuck? I mean, excuse me!

he nudges me when we try the cake. It’s not a real wedding, we should just pick any flavors and roll with it, still, I try the dark chocolate and espresso. It is the best in my opinion, but Ivan spits it out quickly. “We’ll go with Vanilla bean and champagne.” I say finally, not sure there was enough space in my stomach for any more tasting. “Since it comes in different tiers, we could do that, Dark chocolate espresso, and Pistachio one.” Ivan says, surprising me. He was taking this seriously, very unlike what I expected from him.