Funny Quotes Chocolate Novels & Stories

“They smell amazing, Tony. They look even more beautiful. And that note. I won’t lie, j she’d a couple of tears reading it, especially that last line” “Yeah, that’s the effect I was going for,” he chuckled. “I’m glad they made you smile”. “Thank you so much. I love them and I really appreciate it. I appreciate you”. “You’re most welcome, love. So how’s your day going?” I sighed and leaned into my seat, then grabbed one of the mini Kit Kats that was in the box and opened it up. “Well, all I can say is that, so far, this has been the highlight of my day,” I answered, taking a bite of my chocolate.

I’ve misread looks before, but this one feels heavy, loaded. “Lost a bet,” I say curtly. “Ah,” she murmurs, and that’s the end of it. Outside, Bennett leans close, voice low and teasing. “There’s a place around the corner. They make a hot chocolate that’s basically molten chocolate. So rich the server looks at you like you’re insane and asks, ‘Are you sure?’” “I didn’t know that,” I reply a little too quickly.

She immediately retracted her hand from my hold while my fingers tried to catch her hand but failed. Ahmed uncle laughed when he saw our reactions. Zoya chose her favorite chocolate flavor whilst I chose vanilla. "Boring Vanilla..boring you " Zoya teased me as we stepped outside the shop. I looked at her with disbelief."Hey, my choice is not boring okay," "Ha ha, your choice is boring just accept the fact!" Zoya licked her ice cream. "Well, you aren't that boring" He smirked at her devilishly. She gasped. "Shut up you, I'm not at all a boring person I'm very fun-loving"

Tiana watched from their table, her hands folded in her lap, suddenly nervous for him even though she knew he'd be perfect. Ryan took the microphone, his smile warm as he looked out over the assembled guests. "Good evening, everyone. Thank you all for being here tonight to celebrate Lancaster Group's 25th anniversary." More applause. "Twenty-five years ago, my father had a vision," Ryan continued, his voice carrying easily through the hall. "He wanted to create something that would bring joy to people's lives. Something simple but profound. Chocolate." He paused, letting the word settle. "Not just any chocolate, but chocolate crafted with care, with passion, with the belief that the smallest

He moved to stand beside Thea and handed me a chocolate bar, a peace offering, I supposed. “My mom swears by chocolate,” he mumbled, his cheeks tinged with a blush. “She says it’s the elixir of life, the cure-all for everything from a bad day to a broken heart.” I nodded in approval, "She's absolutely right. I'm a total chocoholic. It's like a drug – once you start, it's hard to stop." He rolled his eyes at my choice of words and leaned back against the wall. I studied the two of them in amusement.

I laughed, looking at her facial expression and she blushed, laughing with me. We sat on my bed, devouring the chocolates as though it were our final day on this flat earth. We smiled wide at each other, our teeth having turned brown from the chocolate humoured us even further. I could feel the sugar coursing through my veins, energizing my once sleepy body and suddenly staying awake all day did not seem so troublesome.

“I’ve eaten it. Don’t you dare cry again.” She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips despite her tear-streaked face. "My grandmother always says," she began, "that when you feel sad, and you eat a chocolate, everything will be okay." I raised a brow,"That's stupid." "It is not stupid," she said, already on her feet before I'd finished the sentence. Hands on her hips. Chin up. Still had dirt on her dress from the fall, and she was looking at me like I'd said something personally offensive. "Don't look down on the power of chocolate. It works very well. Every time I'm sad, or my dad yells, or my mom yells, I eat one and I become happy."

He was her loyal knight, pouring her wine and serving her food, all the ruthless decisiveness of an Underboss erased. They were laughing and talking, and I was clearly not needed as a prop. I didn't want to waste any more time and looked for a chance to slip away. But Noa suddenly turned to me gracefully. "You must be Maeve. I've heard so much about you. The famous 'piano goddess of the underworld'." Caught off guard by being singled out, I quickly waved my hand. "Thank you, but that's an overstatement. Just some flattery from friends."

“Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” He looked down at me with a mischievous grin which made the butterflies feel like they were on a loop-the-loop. Talking while we walked, I all but squealed when we turned a corner and I saw the stand in front of us. “I’ve been dying to try this,” I gushed, taking in the red and gold painted truck with warm orange light inside. “My friend Denise told me that the hot chocolate in this place was better than actual chocolate. It has to be a lie though, there’s no way hot chocolate could be better than regular chocolate.”

"What exactly does that entail?" Sophie's laughter was infectious. "It's just as delicious as it sounds! You get wrapped up in chocolate and then you just lie there, soaking in the goodness! Who doesn't want to be pampered with chocolate?" I chuckled, realizing that I couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. "Alright, I'll do it," I said, deciding to embrace the whimsy of the day. "Let's do this."