Matchmaker Chocolates Novels & Stories

I couldn't imagine waiting for three weeks to order a box of chocolate from someone, just because they were a celebrity confectioner. "That is just borderline ridiculous. Imagine craving for chocolates, and having to wait for days before you get it. When you can just go into he nearest mall to get varieties of chocolates within an hour." I muttered. "It's the effort that counts, Sofie. These chocolates are not like the usual ones we consume. They cost about a hundred and fifty bucks for just a packet, and a box of these chocolates contains five packets. I heard it's because they are handmade by the confectioner." Amy said, and shook her head in awe.

"The trip must've exhausted you, huh?" Unlike Francesco's cold, distant beauty, Luther was handsome in a bright, sunny way—easygoing and approachable. "I'm alright. Thanks for asking." "My family's chocolate factory just developed a new flavor," Luther said as he picked up two gift boxes from the table and handed one to Bianca and the other to Adriana. "I brought some for you two to try. It's not available in the market yet." "Thank you, Luther! You're the best!" Bianca eagerly tore open the elegant packaging and took a huge bite of chocolate.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

Of course he did. “You like chocolates too?” he asked lightly. Mia nodded immediately. “Yes.” Then, after a pause, she added, “But not Karline’s one.” James frowned. “Karline’s one?” Mia smiled, innocent as ever. She looked down at her hands and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like dark chocolates,” she said honestly. James’s lips curved into a slow smile, relieved and a little smug. “That’s good,” he replied. “Because these are milk chocolates.” James gave her a box o milk chocolates the one he bought for her.

Tiffany laughed, “Uhmm, do you have tequila, we could start from there.” Roman frowned, “Tequila? You're not serious. You're not having tequila.” “Oh come on, that's what I ordered.” She said, still smiling. “Ok, but ma'am we don't have tequila, I can get you something else.” “Fine, get me anything which includes meatballs.” She nodded, with arched brows. “Alright ma'am, I'll be back in a jiffy.” Tiffany laughed, with that Roman left for the kitchen.

Instead, there were Kat and Mia and along with them, what surprised her was that Jenny was there too. She suddenly remembered how she had not seen the children for do long and her heart ached. I haven't even celebrated Christmas and New Year with them. Her lips curved downwards slightly at this thought. But the others present misunderstood her expression. Kat was the first one to speak. "What's with that expression? Are you disappointed to see us? Hmph! And here I spent three hours to get your favourite chocolates." She spoke as she showed the big deep blue box in her hands with intricate silver carving. It was a high end box containing extremely expensive chocolates. These small heart choco

I asked. Marley smiled at me. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Do you have anything other than tea?” “Hmm, I have coffee. But no decaf. Oh, wait. I can make hot cocoa,” I offered. She bit her lip. “Do you have marshmallows?” Her sweetness was so endearing. “I do, fancy ones, in fact.” “Fancy ones? What are fancy marshmallows?” “Ones made with vanilla beans for the really bougie clients,” I said through a chuckle. “So, hot cocoa with fancy marshmallows?”

He couldn’t remember her name, but he recalled she was proclaimed to be some sort of prodigy. What he did remember was how devastated Macey had been. In order to console her, Julius had gone to the refreshment area and brought her back a honeybun drizzled in extra honey. Macey’s tears had dried almost instantly at his gift and he was rewarded with a genuine smile. “But she stopped all of a sudden,” March added. [1] An alcoholic drink meant to stimulate the appetite. [2] A pyramid of caramel-covered cream puffs served instead of a cake.

I asked. "Chocolate moelleux," he smile. "Chocolate what?" "Chocolate moelleux, also known as a chocolate lava cake," he repeated. "It's delicious." After having dessert we chat about Micheal and Adrian. We were just getting to know each other based on our past experiences. "It still kinda hurts," I finished. "I understand completely," he said rubbing his thumb on my hand. "So, seeing Michael walk around in the mall with another woman still hurts. I loved him. I gave him everything. When I caught him cheating, I felt like I wasn't enough. I felt ugly. I felt useless."

"Uh, our friend would have given it to me ..." I turned to the man he was carrying. The boy looks very boyish. Tall, lean and angelic. Enter the standards of being handsome for me. But do we need more back up? "Hi, Audrey. I'm Tyler ..." he said obviously trying not to stutter. He handed me a brown chocolate box that I immediately recognized the brand. DeLafee of Switzerland. My eyebrows rose. Not worse than when someone last gave it to me. Give me a Ferrero Rocher! That's cheap!