Novel & Cerita Dark Choco X Red Velvet

She would leave it to the staff to set the table at the end of the meal because she wanted privacy at that moment. In the end, Kath didn't turn out to be so clumsy in the kitchen, as she had made a perfect petit gateau, and this is not such an easy dessert to make. The sauce was also homemade and had turned out just right, and the mint ice cream from a leading brand complemented the heavenly treat. The "cherry on top" was the Amarula liqueur they had in the main room of the apartment, where they listened to music and talked, and they made love at the end of the night.

The same one he called me repeatedly the night we decided to… to make me his. But I was never his. I looked up at him just to see a little blunt from the side of his eyes. Was he doing this on purpose? God, this was excruciating. I picked up another fork and tried the next sample—red velvet. "We should probably choose soon. The wedding is in four days." "I'm aware." The coldness in his voice made me flinch. "Malachi—" "The vanilla," he said abruptly, cutting me off. "We'll go with the vanilla. It's classic. Appropriate for what this is."

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.

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off. Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious. "This pill's not right," I said. He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

Cyra wanted to know more about her husband's past but hesitated to ask her mother-in-law. The two daughters-in-law and mother-in-law began their activities in the kitchen. They made red velvet cupcakes using sugar, eggs, vanilla, yogurt milk, food coloring, flour, cocoa powder, and other items. Once all the ingredients were ready, Cyra and Mami Mili started to prepare the cupcake batter together.

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.

It was like a kid's dream inside there, there were like a variety of chocolates, all were dark though. That was like heaven for me because I loved dark chocolate! There were also a mega variety of ice creams, fruits, yogurts, etc. What really struck me was that large amount of dark chocolate. Sinister has a sweet tooth? Wow I didn't see that coming.

He just points at the thing and expects me to walk toward it. It works every time. The seventh dessert comes together by Thursday. A dark chocolate cylinder, barely sweet, with a salted caramel center and a very thin layer of edible gold on the exterior. Simple and precise and a little severe, which feels right for Celeste's kitchen. She looks at it for eight seconds on Friday morning. "Leave it," she says. Meaning leave it on the menu. Meaning yes. I text Dominic from the locker room. *Seven for seven.* He replies in under thirty seconds. *Dinner tonight. Your choice.*

“The base needs a touch more fat. The flavor’s excellent, but the texture doesn’t melt clean. Feels ever so slightly dusty on the tongue after a second or two.” Davina groaned. “I knew it. I told the lab tech we should’ve used the butter-to-oil ratio from Blend A instead of C.” “You were close. It’s ninety percent perfect.” “Ugh. Six weeks of work and only ninety percent?” I leaned back in my chair and gestured to the chocolates. “Davina, it’s beautiful work. And you’re ahead of schedule. We weren’t even planning new releases until Valentine’s Day next year.”