Fallin Chocolate Novels & Stories

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.

She shoved a cup beneath my nose. I took a delicate sniff, inhaling the combined scents of vanilla, peppers, milk, and cocoa. “What’s this?” “An invention of mine.” She brought the cup to my lips. “Hellish hot chocolate. It’s fortified with pain killers, strength enhancers—” My mind switched off the moment I heard her suggest it might do something about the magic burning a hole in my chest. That was exactly what I needed right now, and I took the proffered drink and drank it in several gulps.

Hot chocolate was much too sweet for him personally. Next he placed one of his freshly made mint chocolates in the bottom of a large mug and poured hot milk in followed by high quality hot chocolate powder. Then he covered that mixture with whipped cream and chocolate shavings and a dusting of cocoa powder. Hopefully that would satisfy Flynn’s sweet teeth. If it didn’t, he certainly had his work cut out. For the cake he selected a recently made chocolate fudge cake and warmed it up in the microwave with an extra helping of chocolate fudge sauce.

Albert asked. “No honey, thank you. I'm so full.” “Just a little, give it a try. You should know that the taste of this chocolate is very delicious.” “My stomach is very bloated, honey. I don't have the strength to eat anything anymore.” “I can't lie, baby. This chocolate is so delicious.” “In case you didn't know, it was Albert's favorite chocolate. Maybe Daffa gave it to you because he knows that now you and Albert have mixed allergies.”

Lupita was forever silenced. Smiling to himself, he was accomplished, his aged body only needs to reap benefits from now on. He stood up from his chair to get himself a cup of coffee, he moved to shut down the phone when he saw a light-skinned person come out from the computer laboratory and dragged Nicole inside the building. There was no mistaking that form, that was Geoge Richwood, He was so distinguishable, his strong build easily sets him apart from his classmates and other kids his colour in the school.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."

I told her as I walked out of the room. I made my way out of the school gate and walked to a restaurant that wasn't that far from Macy's. I entered the less busy restaurant and sat in a booth at the back. "Can I have a Chocolate coconut milkshake with marshmallow whipped cream and extra cherries, please?" I smiled at the waiter who stood in front of me, she noted down my order and left. I closed the menu and placed it on the table while I waited patiently in my seat. I brought out a notepad from my bag, where I wrote all the things I wanted to do today.

Raising my eyebrows, I ask in a challenge, "But you'd swipe right on Tinder?" "Now that didn't exactly turn out in my favor, did it?" I chuckle. "No. No, it did not." Our server places Chloe's mug of hot water along with a container of different flavors of tea in front of her and a mug of coffee in front of me along with a small pitcher of creamer. "I have the cheesecake and brownie bites for you. The Cookie and fritters will be out shortly." "Sounds good. Thank you."

As if he understands what I want, Vincent uses his strong hands to part my thighs wider after they'd closed from the nipple sucking. The small square coated in a thick layer of texture is the only item left on the plate, and Vincent scoops it up in one swoop. My mouth opens waiting to taste the last dessert of the night, but before he brings it to my lips, he lowers it to another set of them. My eyes widen as Vincent pushes the small chocolate cube against my opening and circles the space twice before flicking it over my clit. Then in one smooth movement, he drops the now-glistening chocolate in his mouth and chews. His eyes close. "Fucking magnificent. You would be my favorite flavor of cho