Matchmaker Chocolates Romane & Geschichten

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

He knew, without really even thinking about it, that Emma would like it. It was a bit of a gift—obsession—of his. He picked flavors people would like based on what he knew about them. Take Hunter’s wife, Bailey. She had a particular obsession with his tequila and lime truffles. He knew that was how she and Hunter had met, doing tequila shots together, but even so, the flavor combination suited her. Harper had been a bit more difficult to pinpoint, but he’d finally decided she was a soft center girl. Hard, dark chocolate outer shell with a tart, creamy raspberry center. Abbey was an unassuming cocoa-dusted truffle with a hidden burst of chili. And Brandi? Brandi was white chocolate with an Ir

Even in death. This story is about a matchmaker who can't fall in love and a detective who can't feel anything.

“I just want your blood—” “All right! One espresso for you. Please wait a minute, sir.” cut Tiara as she steps away from there. A few minutes later, Tiara returned with a tray containing a glass of bubble tea and a cup of their ordered espresso. “Here’s your order, sir,” she said, putting the two drinks on the table carefully. While laying down that cup of coffee, Louis’ icy hands pulled the girl’s hand towards her. The black coffee tiara was holding automatically fell on the fancy suit he was wearing. Then Louis stepped out of his chair. His dark obsidians glaring at her.

“I have the perfect pastry for you…how about giving him macaroons” I looked at the woman as she winked at me. "It's the perfect gift for everyone .. they are commonly called pastry jewelry, it's the perfect gift I assure you. » I nodded, convinced by her pitch, and she handed me a piece of paper and a pen making me look at her puzzled. "Because you're nice to me, I'm going to give you a present... How about we make this gift package unique for your boyfriend?" I lowered my head in embarrassment and she asked me to tell her about Michaël, the color of his hair and his eyes. I did it and a few minutes later, I was paying at the checkout thanking her for her attention. She is so nice...

"Traditional lace suits an empire built on logistics. It projects stability." "Acceptable? Just acceptable?" Maeve pouted, tossing the fabric onto the velvet sofa between us and reaching for a tray of gold-leafed macarons. "You’ve been giving me half-hearted answers for the last twenty minutes, darling! What about the cake? The pastry chef at the Metropol offered a six-tier vanilla bean with passionfruit curd, or a rich dark chocolate truffle. Which one says 'I rule Moscow's elite'?" "The chocolate," I said, my eyes tracking a stray thread on my cuff. "Dark chocolate leaves a bitter aftertaste. It commands respect."

"Alright, let's get the chocolate. We should celebrate; let's go out to dinner tonight. My shout." Gabe grins. "That's my girl! I have just the thing for this occasion." He gets up and quickly goes to the kitchen, coming back with a box of Swiss handmade chocolates, the really good stuff.?He knows me too well. "I've been saving this for a while, but what the hell!" He lifts the red lid to reveal a selection of beautifully wrapped chocolates, all in different shapes. "We'll just have to buy more when we're abroad." I wink as I take out a green foil wrapped chocolate.

she responded with a smile. "You're obsessed with ruling," Manik chuckled. "I am," she responded. "Miral. Can I ask you something?" Manik spoke, after following silence for a minute. "Yeah," she looked at him. "Do you know why our dads introduced us to each other?" He questioned. Miral nodded. "I do. They want us to get to know each other so that we can figure out if we're compatible or not so that they can pitch for our wedding," she confessed. "So? What do you think about this?" He curiously asked.

### 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.]