Fallin Chocolate Novels & Stories

“It will only take me a second to make you quit, and you will not prefer my method” Daisy felt his breath on her face while he was speaking. She felt a chill run down her spine as a result of his cold voice, which also left her feeling eerily gloomy. She felt apprehensive and agitated by the cold vibe he emitted as his comments reverberated throughout the lift.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that I was a fool, before touching my left cheek again "Both is wrong" He brings himself closer to me, and whispered into my right ear, and it caused shivers down my spine, I swear I couldn't help it, and it caused shivers down my spine, and made my legs wobbly, but..but I don't dare to fall, or else it would give him more damn satisfaction, so I tried to push him away from myself, but my hands fails me, I pushed him though, but I end up falling down along with him (How "Wonderful" indeed)

’’, I think he saw me drooling over him. ‘’Yes we did, Lucas and I really liked it but I am going to design the cake and send it to them. It will be chocolate.’’ ‘’Okaay, so I'm not needed here.’’he asked ‘’Not really, we were going to have lunch, you can come along if you want.’’ ‘’Sure, let's go’’, what is his deal? Don't worry about Rowan, I will find out. We all had lunch together until Lucas proposed to go to the cinema,

haunted her. I can’t reach him, she whispered silently. I can’t say anything. I can’t… I can’t. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, but she didn’t call him. She couldn’t. Not yet. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Her fiancé poured coffee with precise movements, his eyes occasionally flicking toward her, measuring, assessing. His smile was warm, public, comforting to anyone who might watch. Maya knew better. The warmth was a trap. The charm was calculated. The control was always there, lurking beneath the surface.

Kryzelle Rivera is a hardworking and bubbly barista in a cozy café in Makati, well-known for her warm smile and her talent for crafting the perfect cappuccino. One day, a wealthy young entrepreneur named Zander Castillo walks into the café. He is known for his charm, striking good looks, and a slightly tsundere personality. Because of a small incident in the café—a spilled coffee and a misunderstanding—their awkward encounters begin, slowly turning into playful banter, heart-fluttering moments, and a sweet romance. As they get to know each other, they discover that both of them carry emotional scars and hidden secrets. Despite coming from completely different worlds—barista and r

She couldn't help but let out a small cry of fear. Everyone was in chaos now, and the noise was even louder than before. No one had time to care about her. Hazel was extremely anxious and knew that she was in big trouble this time. However, just as she was about to fall, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. He then twisted her body slightly and quickly, and she landed safely in his broad embrace. Before she could even catch her breath, she heard the sound of the champagne tower falling to the ground in front of them. Because the glasses were stacked too high, even with the thick carpet on the ground, many of them still shattered, making a loud and crisp sound.

Then—fingers. Fingertips tracing along her exposed back, barely touching, yet setting her on fire. Her pulse hammered. She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. “I told you,” Rafael murmured, his breath teasing the shell of her ear, “You’ll come to me yourself.” His fingers slid lower, brushing over the curve of her spine. A slow, torturous touch. She shuddered, her lips parting, a whimper slipping free before she could stop it. “Look at you,” he whispered.

“I’m waiting for my man-friend.” “Right. Man-friend.” Cam’s eyebrows arch in amusement. “In case he doesn’t show, you know where to find me.” “Yeah,” I mumble, flashing a polite smile before getting up and going behind the bar. I fill a glass with a small amount of vodka and then fill it with cherries. “What are you doing back here?” Ben breezes past me to get a bottle of tequila. I pull a cherry from its stem and pop it in my mouth.

Couples are dancing, some people are drinking champagne and some of them are just talking. They seemed to be enjoying their nights. But for me? I was just here at the table looking at the champagne glass. I wonder if I will escape or will I escape here? I mean I hate this kind of event. It’s my father and his mistress’ wedding anniversary. Well, she is not hooked because they are married. But I chose to call her that. She is nothing but a slut to my eyes. She didn’t just ruin my family, she also ruined my trust in my father.