Dark Cacao X Pure Vanilla Novels & Stories

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.

he said as he took a few steps closer to me. I could feel the heat from his body and that smoky campfire smell. I looked around the circle, but I couldn't seem to think clearly. I was too distracted. "Maybe you're right." He smiled down at me. His gorgeous golden eyes drew me in. "It looks like you've got the whole circle done. What's next on the list?" "Oh, umm..." I flattened out the paper underneath the light of my phone. "A bunch of ingredients. It says pine needles, marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers... What is this? A campfire? Do you know what is going on with this?"

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

I rasped. "Crystal." Vivienne answered. "Bring her to me." I said, my voice a dark velvet command. Vivienne waltzed towards her, and I watched as they exchange a few words. Her head lifted, her eyes searching the dark corner of my booth. Not long after, she was guided personally by Vivienne toward my seat. The curtain to my booth parted. She stepped inside, the scent of vanilla and lavender following her. Up close, the innocence was even more startling. She didn't look at the floor in fear, she looked at my chest, her chin tilted with a quiet, stubborn dignity.

“Thank you! It’s one of my latest creations. I call it the Imperial Champagne. A champagne-infused vanilla velvet cake with champagne mascarpone cream, strawberry compote, and vanilla bean buttercream.” I nearly melted into the chair. No one knew this, but I had a bit of a sweet tooth. “Ohh,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a second. “Talk dirty to me.” Nicolai burst out laughing. Not one of his quiet, controlled laughs either. A real one. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with open amusement, and somehow, that made my face warm faster than the champagne cake ever could. “Well…” he said, turning back to Chef Palstin, his tone laced with humor, “I believe we have a winner.”

he commented, causing me to grin. He set to work, his hands moving with practiced grace. He selected vials one by one — neroli for brightness, ylang-ylang for creamy floral sweetness, a drop of Madagascar vanilla absolute, a whisper of pink peppercorn for warmth, and finally a base of creamy sandalwood and soft musk to make it linger on the skin like a secret. Watching him work so diligently on something felt different… and hotter. Just his side profile made me want to hold him.

Her scent was actually quite contrary to the way she looked. She had a voluptuous body with caramel skin, curly hair with a part on the side, full lips with red lipstick, and beautiful eyes with a button nose. She smelt like vanilla and flamboyancy. "A famous drink enjoyed by Kim K a mother of two who settled down since her days of running with Paris Hilton but when she kicks back she enjoys a White Russian. A drink composed of a delicate yet stern mix of Vodka, Coffee liqueur, and a few touches of fresh cream." Tony said as he mixed it and presented it to her. She had a surprised smile.

It smelled pleasantly musky. “This one here is dark chocolate with a ganache inside,” he said and pointed to the first one on the plate. “This one is milk chocolate and coffee.” Flynn tried both of them and found he liked both of them. As a rule he didn’t like coffee flavoured foods due to the overwhelming bitter taste, but due to the milk chocolate it didn’t have the usual aftertaste. “I think both of them are good. What are the other ones?” “This one is white chocolate and lemon liquor and the other is marbled white and dark chocolate,” Lucas explained. “That’s all I’ve managed to try so far.”

“You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.” “Thank you, Maestro,” I say, bowing my head in respect. Vance walks over to an iron workbench and pours three glasses of dark, distilled wolf-whiskey. He pushes two glasses toward us. “Drink. It cuts through the chill of the war-zone.” I take a glass and swallow the burning liquid in one gulp, the alcohol firing through my throat while Peyton sips his cautiously, sniffing the rim first. Vance chuckles at Peyton’s paranoia. “Jamaican Blue Mountain moonshine, aged in charred silver barrels. The water temperature during distillation was kept at absolute zero to extract the raw magic.”

She smelled like chocolate and vanilla, which happened to be his favorite combination of sweet food. He was a sucker for a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, or even chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. He loved both. It didn’t even have to be cake. He was all for doughnuts, candy, anything with chocolate and vanilla. And Lisa smelled like it. His favorite craving come to life. He’d been unable to look away. She’d called to him. He’d watched her go into the coffee shop, and that was when he first entered. Shadow didn’t like coffee. The scent of it was a little too bitter for his taste. He carried his black coffee out of the shop, and like so many times before, he fed it to the small pott