Fallin Chocolate Novels & Stories

If not, let's dig in. Of course it wasn't long before Cheryl lost a banana in the chocolate (they were the hardest to keep on the fork). She paid her forfeit happily.

she said with a lilt, then stood up, moving with her arms to balance easier. He watched her, staying on the ground, then asked, "What about chocolate tasting?" She raised her eyebrows down at him. He grinned. "Freezer. Bottom drawer. Left." She went and got some chocolates from there, eating them happily. She heard some notifications from Declan's phone, probably the images Pelouche was going to send. Maybe. She gave him some more time to look at those if that was the case, and also enjoyed the chocolates she had, smiling as they slowly melted or she crushed them and let the flavor burst in her mouth. Declan wasn't a full blown chocolatier, but he made chocolates and chocolate covered foods,

"Oh, silly girl, it tastes good to you, but it's actually poisonous to him. Even your son is allergic to chocolate, though not as severely as your boss." "Oh come on, Lis, how would I have known he was allergic to chocolate? With his tall, big, and imposing frame, who would have thought he could be knocked down by chocolate? It wasn't even real chocolate. Double chocolate cake. Well, double, but still, just a cake." Thierry listened to Noreen's phone conversation with someone else, while still pretending to faint. He was actually annoyed with himself because, as Noreen had said, he had collapsed because of chocolate.

CARLY It was warm in the cabin, and I could see the snow falling outside. It felt like the holiday season right here. It was pretty romantic. We just had amazing sex. Then we cuddled on the sofa with our hot chocolate and watched a football match. “So, this is like a big deal here, huh?” He sipped his hot choco. “Yup, just like coffee and milk teas. Here you can find hot choco in a lot of varieties.” “Hmm.”

and then I fell unconscious. "Umm... yum... tasty..." I followed the direction of sound and there she sitting in bed having..... Choco delicacies! Chocolate sake!

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 wouldn’t fall for his gentle-protector act. Because that was all it was . . . An act. And I knew an awful lot about acts. “Oh my God,” Chloe mumbled so quickly the words all meshed together. “Chocolate cake!” This, she shrieked, and it bounced off the walls of the hotel restaurant. She fell into the seat next to me and dived the fork into the hot, gooey mess quicker than I could respond. She shoved a forkful of the cake into her mouth, moaned, and leaned back. “Chocolate fudge cake. Oh, Elena. I’m going to marry you one day.”

“Eww...” “What?” Bella asks him, chuckling. “I don't like coffee. It tastes bad.” Chad is clearly doubting her baking skills at the moment if the looks that he is giving her are anything to go by. “True, it can. But not when it is dumped into a big bowl of sugar and chocolate, right? You add a few extra chocolate chips for good measure and you have an amazing cake. Then add a light chocolate buttercream between the layers and then put a chocolate ganache on top. It is so rich and chocolatey. It is amazing.”

Vlad clapped his hand one more time and stood up. " I've brought some chocolates for you, dear Felicity. You can get it in the fridge because you might want to eat chocolate later." " Yes, sure, mom." I replied to her. Damon and I went to the kitchen to get some chocolates. I opened one and eat it, but I accidentally drop my sticky chewed chocolate on my wardrobe just near my chest part. The color dark chocolate put a stain on my wardrobe and there's a little chocolate that sticks on my skin.

I shoved her. I didn’t think, I just reacted. My hand struck her shoulder—sharper than I meant. Her balance faltered. And then, as if in slow motion, she teetered— —and fell straight into the chocolate fountain. A loud splash echoed through the room. Plates clattered. Chocolate splattered. Gasps. Screams. Laughter. Chiffon’s shriek was drowned by the sudden rush of whispers flooding the function hall. People turned. Heads swiveled. My heart dropped to my stomach.