Like Water For Chocolate Novels & Stories

Jane sighed, drinking her 5 cup chocolate which surprisingly tasted bitter. Is she that heartbroken that not even chocolate can bring sweetness to her life? “Guess I should order another chocolate, and maybe ask for 300% sugar and some extra honey and—” TAK! “Hey, don’t you think to order another sugary drink. Drink some water first so that your face doesn't look somber. Too many sugar will make you age faster even though you’re not a human. You don’t want to be the ugliest wolf here, aren’t you?”

Drake's voice was also surprised by Judith's words. The woman briefly turned her head to Drake and immediately returned to Santiago. Firmly, she said, "I used to be a Bloodwolf. Christian and I once came to the Moonlight Falls. And as a souvenir, I took some immortal water. I thought it would symbolize the eternity of my and Christian's love. However, the betrayal was never forgotten. So, I guess the eternal water no longer holds any special significance for me. It's useless for me to keep it. And if someone wants it, why don't I give it away?"

asked Keyla. “Okay, fine, but stay close to me because this place is really crowded, okay?” Camellia reminded again. “OK, Mother.” Keyla was getting more and more engrossed in choosing the many kinds of chocolate, until then she asked for a chocolate that was quite tall. “Mom, I want that chocolate,” said Keyla.

" I don't want you to like me and do you more harm than good. “Peaceful. Go make me some fluffy chocolate on top. I smile at the nickname we have for marshmallows. I kiss him on the forehead and go quickly to the kitchen. I don't like leaving him alone for a long time. I heat the water at full speed on the stove. I don't think he wants to drink anything other than water, maybe orange juice. I have tried my best to do everything to her, but to no avail, as her stomach just can't take it. I watch the water boil and add the bitter cocoa powder, sugar and salt. When everything is mixed, I add the milk. The smell starts to rise and it relaxes me a bit, enough to stop crying and cling to the prese

Or an espresso IV straight into my veins. My hand reaches for the mug that says Mother of Drama Queen, a birthday gift from Hazel who understands this universe a little too well, and I walk past the big windows facing the back garden, a yard way too large for a four-year-old who always thinks the pool is a place to test gravity. Poppy is still rambling, now about why watermelon is better than men. “... because watermelon is sweet, round, and it doesn’t disappear when you already love it!” I spray a little coffee.

After a statement like that, it was practically inevitable that one of them would call up the stairs needing a glass of water or needing just one more hug. Nothing came, and slowly they let out their lungs. “No more jinxing things,” Mia whispered. She gave him a gentle punch to his arm. “How about a drink?” Carter offered. “I'd actually love a cup of cocoa,” Mia admitted. “Your machine makes the best I've ever had.” “The best you've ever had, huh?” Carter winked. “Do I need to pick up some pointers?” “Be made of melted chocolate?” Mia offered. “You're already hot.”

she called out to the cubicle behind, her tone drawling 2 parts sarcasm 2 parts amusement “Like what?” a muffled but nasally voice said from inside, if the woman in black concentrated she could hear the shuffling of clothes. “Like whether you’re pregnant, are you giving birth right now and not telling me” “You know I can’t handle dairy” the voice called out aggrieved The woman softened but rolled her eyes, “Yet you a certified dairy resistant human being still took all that ice cream like it was the last food in the planet” “I will rather die than give up ice cream” the woman with wolf ears cut in “That could be a possibility”

“But they can make me sick. Yesterday I got sick from drinking swamp water.” “Yes, but now there is no swamp water. I'm only offering hot chocolate. If you want, I'll buy it, but if not, you don't have to push yourself.” Rafael touched her head, stroking it gently. “Rafael,” Cheryl looked at Rafael seriously, “I want to go home!” She whined. She stared at Rafael with teary eyes, almost crying.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- After a very long time, Adam asked his best friend, Dwight, to drink with him. “Chocolate is in your place?” Adam asked him as he swirled the ice on his glass. Dwight nodded his head. “Yup,” he answered, turning his head to him. “She passed out after drinking so much. Anyway, I am pretty much used to this. She’s always behaving like that after you made her cry.” Dwight waved at pretty women from afar who were smiling at them. “Chocolate might think that your house is some kind of shelter or what,” Adam said then he took a sip on his tequila.

There's a note on it. "Get creative. There's whipping cream and chocolate you can melt. Thank me later" ****************************************************