روايات وقصص ضمن Fallin Chocolate

No. He won’t be Vincent if he would share the right direction. In fact, he pointed the opposite side. Caught by Vincent’s prank and was blinded with love, Chocolate put down the glass that she snatched from Vincent. “Thank you so much!” she showed her gratitude. “At least you showed that you are useful,” she added before running towards the wrong direction which Vincent pointed at. When Chocolate is gone, Vincent watched her back faded into the dim. Then he whispered, “What a stupid woman. She really believed on me.”

His unwavering glid and sheer arrogance in his eyes explained that he was someone important since this place excepted people only with black and gold cards. Her ink-carved fingers gracefully heave the Glencairn glass to her nude creamy lips. The brown whiskey with tints of golden specks melded with ice cubes kissed her tongue, and slowly trailed down her throat, leaving behind the rage sensation. The irresistible and seamless blend of flavours obscured her head. Leona crushed the ice cube, eating it away. She loved eating ice. She was aware that it was bad, and that's what made her do it more. "Hey, sexy," the man itched closer, again giving his luck a try. "Let's have some fun. My bed is hu

the girl asked when she caught Adam's sweet smile. "Not really. But this is my favorite food. If my mother cooks this, she would definitely send it to the office," the man replied. "Ah, do you like it?" Luna pointed to a container filled with potato liver sauce. "Well, what's its name? I forgot," the girl said shyly. "Potato liver sauce." "Ah, yeah. That's the name. Er, isn't it potato gizzard chili sauce?" Luna's correction. "I don't like gizzard. So mom would definitely skip the ingredients every time she cooked this meal," Adam explained.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

He stood near the window, feeling the cold wind brushing his shoulders as he looked up at the moon, wishing he could find the people missing from his life soon. ~~~💜~~~ While all that happened in Minter's house, the four supernaturals still had to figure out about their freshly started life. The four boys were sitting in a cozy-looking coffee shop as they ordered some coffee and croissants for lunch. Vantae had some chocolate milk since he wasn't that fond of coffee. As they listened to Asa ramble about the supplies they bought, Jamie brought up the girl he came across in the store. Also, only Kyle was listening to Asa's ramble.

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

But it was impossible for me to reach it. I climbed upon the kitchen counter to be able to reach the chocolate. But it was still far for me to reach. I stood upon my toes and grabbed the cabinet wall to balance myself. As I grabbed the chocolate bar, I lost my balance on the counter. I yelped and shut my eyes tightly as I almost fell on the ground. But instead, I never hit the ground. I opened my eyes and found Master Adrian's arms wrapped around me protectively. I smiled cheekily and he as well chuckled seeing my wide smile.

"And why is that?" "Because sometimes you're so whiny." His lips twitched in amusement. "Mr Vasilios here's your drink and a box of Delafee chocolate for you Miss Malik." Allison said as she placed the chocolate box on my lap. "Is there anything else I can do?" Flynn waved his hand in dismissal. "This is all, thank you Allison." Allison nodded curtly and walked away. I stared at awe at the box in my hands. It's so pretty. "I can't believe I will taste one of the most expensive chocolates in the world." I muttered as I opened the box.

“You came here with fire. Let’s not pretend you don’t want to burn.” His presence was a storm steady, bold, intoxicating. She could smell sugar and spice and something older, darker, behind his cool exterior. She had seen men like him in books, in fantasies, but never this close. Rafael didn’t move. He just reached into a drawer, pulled out a gold tin of dark chocolate ganache, cracked the lid and dipped a spoon. “Let me show you why Vanessa won’t stop coming back.” She should’ve walked away. But her feet betrayed her, slowly stepping closer until the scent of the chocolate hit her full force rich, warm, wicked.

### FLASHBACK ### More than six years ago. Over the past few months, Riley's secret rescuer had given her four boxes of chocolate. After the first instance, she received her requested Matcha flavor a month later. From her marketing class, the following two chocolates were taped to her school locker. Each chocolate box had a friendly note. 2nd chocolate box: [Matcha. Your special request. Stay away from danger, Riley.] 3rd chocolate box: [Just checking in on you, Riley.]