Dark Choco X Red Velvet Novels & Stories

“Damn right we are.” **Laura’s POV** After the salon and the blue-lit jacuzzi, we got dressed. Becky picked the dresses. Hers short, black, and dangerous. Mine a deep red that clung more than I liked. She looked like she was born for the night. I looked like I was still deciding whether to stay or run. The club hit us with heat and bass the second the doors opened. Red and blue lights sliced through the dark. Bodies moved everywhere. Becky grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight onto the floor.

The bass beat pounded like a heartbeat beneath the crimson brocade shadows of *The Crimson Room*. Smoke drifted along the darkened room, weaving with perfume, sweat, and decadence. Valerio Moretti leaned in the back of the VIP club, his hand wrapped around a glass of black whiskey, unmoving. Partygoers were around him, society's elite losing themselves in excess as if they had no fear of death. Which was appropriate. They did not know that he was there.

He let it cool for a few minutes before slicing into it, revealing the rich, moist interior. But Victor wasn't done yet. He reached for a double boiler, melting a bar of dark chocolate with precision. Ivy's eyes widened as Victor drizzled the melted chocolate over the cake, creating intricate patterns and swirls. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The cake was transformed into a masterpiece of chocolate and art. Ivy gasped, her eyes shining. "It's beautiful," she whispered. Victor smiled, handing her a slice. Ivy took a bite, and her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy. The flavors danced on her tongue, a perfect balance of sweet and bitter.

"We have classic chocolate, chocolate with cherry filling, vanilla with cream, Sicilian lemon, red velvet…" I looked at Nick. He looked at me. We both seemed a little overwhelmed by all the options. "Let's just… try a few," I suggested, picking up one of the chocolate squares. The flavor exploded on my tongue. Moist, rich, perfectly balanced between sweet and bitter. "This one is incredible," I murmured, licking a crumb from the corner of my mouth. Nick tried the same one, and I watched his eyes close briefly in appreciation. "It really is," he agreed.

“Wow.” Tristan blinked. “This tastes like childhood and sin combined.” Rose laughed. “I’m putting that on my website.” We tasted lemon coconut, red velvet, and almond cream. Everything was good, but Tristan and I both kept going back to the chocolate hazelnut. “I think we found our winner,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. “I think so too,” I smiled. “It’s… us.” “Rich and dangerous?” he teased. I laughed. “Sweet and a little dramatic.”

Kurt knew the feeling of being alone so he started thinking of a way to cheer her up. “Come with me to the kitchen. I’ll show you something.” He smiled and held Annika’s hand. “Sit here.” Kurt made Annika wait in the kitchen countertop. Annika was getting curious. Kurt was busy getting some ingredients. He was talking to himself “Hmmm. What else do I need?” He was planning to bake red velvet cupcakes for Annika. He checked the ingredients one more time to see if he missed something. For the cupcake: Flour, unsweetened cocoa powder, baking soda, salt, butter, eggs, milk, vanilla extract, and red food coloring. For the vanilla cream cheese frosting: Cream cheese, butter, vanilla extract, and c

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

“You're rambling, Samael.” “Perhaps you cannot understand.” “That you're an asshole?” His chest skimmed my forehead. He toyed with my hair like I was Barbie. I glared up at him, my hands incapable of pushing him away. “Milk or dark chocolate, worm?” “I don't want your candy-” “Dark. Dark and rich like the earth.” “What about white chocolate?” “A lie.” “Sipping chocolate, then.” “I approve.” Two mugs appeared in his hands. He forced one upon me. “Drink.”

Bianca was thanking him for saving her mother. "Not quite!" After hearing Frost's conclusion, Tom smirked. He was a good person, but he smiled like a rascal, "That 'B' isn't for Bianca, it's for Maddy!" Frost felt embarrassed because he remembered telling Bianca later, "I happen to like dark chocolate with 87% purity!" and even said, "Dark chocolate can be included in the diet, two pieces a day, but I'll only have enough for three days!" At that time, Bianca only responded with a simple "oh," so he assumed that Bianca was embarrassed and was convinced that she had made new chocolates for him! It turns out that he was just being presumptuous...

I wanted to give that back. I detoured to the kitchens first, waving off the startled staff with a single look. No one questioned the Alpha Devil when he walked in and started pulling out flour, sugar, chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, dried berries—whatever I could find.I didn’t know what she liked best. So I made five kinds. Dark chocolate chunk with sea salt. Cinnamon oatmeal with raisins. Classic sugar with a soft center. White chocolate and cranberry. And peanut butter—because the scent reminded me of something warm and simple.