Dark Cacao X Pure Vanilla Novels & Stories

“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

he said. “Barely,” she said. “A Mexican drinking chocolate. Low sugar, high cacao. It’s not there to sweeten. It’s there for the body.” “The fat,” he said. “The fat and the depth,” she said. “Chocolate and dried chili are the same base flavor, both roasted, both bitter. The chocolate amplifies without adding a new element.” He wrote that down. “Don’t quote me,” she said. He looked up. “I’m not quoting you,” he said. “I’m thinking about the structure of the sauce.”

DEX. "You can turn now," Veronica says, and I prepare myself before I face her, and she cackles as she pulls at the ends of the shirt. "Hideous, isn’t it?" She’s in one of my loose black shirts, and it practically swallows her, reaching her mid-thighs. Christ, was she always that tiny?

I can manage myself but they didn't believe me. "Here, Zy!" Ryle called me. "Chocolates!" I went closer to him and looked for the chocolate on the tray. "This food stimulates endorphins, which are linked to happiness," he said and passed me one. "The darker and more bitter, the better, because it means it has more cocoa than sugar. This way, you won't gain weight easily." "Having a doctor friend is good, huh?" I accepted the chocolate in his hands. "Yeah? Instant nutritionist?" He laughed.

BEGINNING OF FLASHBACK:: " you know I'd prefer if you just picked chocolate alone Dena " I muttered and smiled. " what would be the fun in that?. Eliza trust me mixing chocolate and vanilla is like being in heaven. " she said " oh please... Chocolate is pure bliss " I said rolling my eyes at her at which she just giggled before we took our orders to our favorite spot in the cafe, the seat beside the glass window, its nice how you can look at the waves in the ocean while stuffing your face with ice cream.

I slowly remove the wrapper from around the top, patiently waiting for Beta Greene to start his story. “If you don’t mind I would like to start with what we have found out about you.” I nod while staying silent. Silence has always been my friend when I’m uncertain about what’s going on. I take a small sip of the drink in my hands and jump back with an involuntary whine. “Is something wrong with your drink?” Dr. Moore speaks before Beta Johnson can continue. “No sir, I just wasn’t expecting such a strong taste.” “I brought two different chocolates in. Dark chocolate tends to be stronger. You can switch your drink if you want.” Beta Greene offers.

Instead, she reached for a small, simmering copper pot hanging over the hearth and carefully poured a steaming, deep red liquid into a ceramic mug. "Drink this," Karla instructed gently, pressing the warm mug into his large hands. "It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood."

He returned to the fridge, pulling out a container and when he opened the lid it was full of dark chocolate pudding. I stared at him genuinely surprised that this angry man had a sweet tooth— of course he choice of coffee was a dead give away but still. "You eat chocolate pudding? At midnight?" And he just glanced at me.. "The cocoa percentage is eighty-seven. It's not 'pudding.' It's a controlled delivery system for flavonoids and magnesium, which aid cognitive function." I just raised my eyebrow at him watching him lie to himself and I couldn’t help it. I let out a hearty laugh.

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.