Dark Choco X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

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.

Damien opened the door in a dark grey button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who was supposed to be getting married in a few months. The moment the door closed behind me, the air thickened. “Shall we start with the flavors?” I asked, keeping my voice light as I set my binder down. He nodded, but his eyes were already dark as they traced the neckline of my dress. We began tasting — chocolate ganache, vanilla bean, raspberry lemon, salted caramel. I fed him small bites from a fork, letting my fingers brush his lips “accidentally.” On the third sample — rich dark chocolate with a hint of chili — a little frosting smeared on his lower lip.

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.”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.