Funny Quotes Chocolate Novels & Stories

I removed the headphones and apologized. “Too much television can rot the brain, but I’m afraid you’re already too far gone,” he said in a joking tone. “Ha-ha. Very funny,” I replied, reaching out for the mug. My eyes lit up when I realized it was hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top. “Wow…I wasn’t expecting this.” “The hot chocolate serves a dual purpose–I have an undeniable sweet tooth and the warm milk should put you to sleep.” “Rude,” I huffed.

Because Summer was mine, and no fucking person would take her from me. “I have no idea what you are referring to.” The idiot chuckled, his stupid crunches grating on my nerves, and making me hiss as if someone smeared acid on my open wounds. “Listen to me, you fucker….” I warned. “Ah ah ah,…..” he tsked. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like this.” He chuckled again. “Mm....did you know that doughnuts, when covered with chocolate but eaten with vanilla ice cream, are the best snacks to eat? I just learned that fact.” Hr or she bellowed in laughter.

I declared dramatically, lifting the mug in triumph, “is the greatest creation of any realm. It is warm. It is sweet. It is alive. I will marry whoever invented it.” Marek choked so hard he coughed. The head cook slapped a hand over her mouth to smother her laughter. I blinked. “What. Did I say something wrong.” “No,” Marek rasped. “You… you just cannot say things like that.” “Like what.” “That you will marry someone.” “I said I would marry the inventor of hot chocolate. That is clearly a joke.” “Still,” he muttered under his breath. “Do not say it.” “You are behaving very oddly,” I said, sipping more hot chocolate. “Perhaps you should drink some of this too. It might fix your personality.”

"I repeat, get off Miss." "And I repeat, No way. And by the way, tell me what you know about my brother." "Move Grey!" He demanded again but I simply overlooked that command. "Hey don't tell me what to do mister! Anyway, I want to know two things: One, What do you know about my brother and two, Why do you have that much chocolate? Maybe you should stop with all that, I mean it isn't doing you any good. You can't make something bitter be sweet ,Just like you; no matter how much chocolate you eat nothing can mend that arrogant and bitter heart of yours." I said poking him on the chest with a smug smile on my face, and voice dripping of sugar and snide. Suddenly, he pulled me across the table o

Z heavily sighs as she rests her palm to the ground. I eat my chocolate as my eyes keep looking at the prisoners who warmed up before the game started. “You want some?” I offer Z my chocolate. “N-no I’m on my diet” She chuckles. “Seriously? You got nice muscles and abs” I laugh softly. “Hahaha I just not into chocolate” She responds with a little laugh but sweet. “What?! Ugghh… chocolates can increase mood, it can make you happier. I read that on the internet…” I say.

She pointed at me with an empty glass jar, so I took it. When I saw it, I gasped and mentally laughed at myself. I just remembered, Sir Calix has a chocolate company. “This is the chocolate you want to eat?” Brianna nodded. I opened the jar and brought it closer to her. She took out four bite-sized chocolate bars. “That’s all you need?” She nodded. “Okay, I’ll just give it back to the fridge and I drink a glass of water first. I was nervous about your sudden running.” a joke which is half true.

"Hey, bring me something to drink." While looking at Chocolate, Dwight wondered why he fell in love with this bully beast. ‘It’s really crazy past,’ Dwight laughed with these thoughts as he shook his head. “Cut the chase,” Dwight said, sitting next to her. “Why are you here? Did you fail to seduce Adam again?” “Hey!” Chocolate complained. “You made it sound like I have nothing to do in my life except following Adam,” “It’s the truth though.” Dwight even hunched his shoulders to make it seem that he was only spitting

I can tell that chocolate fountain is going to give me diabetes. My rejection draws Jamie’s brows up. He asks, “You don’t eat chocolate? That’s not a very girly thing to do.” Oh, so you eat chocolate? That’s not a very manly thing to do! Man, don’t make me start at this. Even though I take my stand, Jamie doesn’t give up. He holds the fork higher and moves it closer to my lips. He tries to convince me, “Come on, it’s sweet and relaxing. Try one. Just open your mouth! AH!”

"It's basically frozen toothpaste." My lashes flutter at the nonsense he just spewed. "I hate when people do that. They hear mint and automatically think of toothpaste. Have you tried it?" I shoved another spoonful into my mouth. Chewing on chocolate chips. God, this ice cream is the cure to my sour mood. "I haven't tried it, and I don't need to. I can tell it's not great." "Park the car." "No, what the fuck? I'm not letting you out of this car."

He brandished the thing that seemed to look like a chocolate bar in front of my face. I gave him a deadpanned look. 'Seriously, a chocolate bar? Death by cavities?' He was out of his marbles. What on earth could a chocolate do? He smirked. 'Look closely. It's not an ordinary chocolate.' I peered closely at the packaging. 'Chocolax.' I said. He nodded. 'It's a laxative in a form of a chocolate. Pretty much popular for girls who wanted to lose weight without feeling the guilt.' Now I'm confused. What was he planning about to do with the laxative? I frowned. 'Your point being?' I asked.