Matchmaker Chocolates Novels & Stories

Dianna had thought the tart debacle had been bad enough, but this was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t as if she could turn them away. They were Ashby Chocolates after all. No one sent back an Ashby Chocolates gift, especially not the soft-centered ones. Besides, each one was a different letter—one chocolate shaped like a letter the size of a dinner plate and each letter was filled with a different soft gooey center of deliciousness—and Dianna was curious to see what the message would say.

Bianca was thanking him for saving her mother. "Not quite!" After hearing Frost's conclusion, Tom smirked. He was a good person, but he smiled like a rascal, "That 'B' isn't for Bianca, it's for Maddy!" Frost felt embarrassed because he remembered telling Bianca later, "I happen to like dark chocolate with 87% purity!" and even said, "Dark chocolate can be included in the diet, two pieces a day, but I'll only have enough for three days!" At that time, Bianca only responded with a simple "oh," so he assumed that Bianca was embarrassed and was convinced that she had made new chocolates for him! It turns out that he was just being presumptuous...

“You! Certainly.” “Doesn’t that make me the matchmaker?” Josh thought about it and answered, “Yes.” “I’m giving you my bank details so you can send me a little token of appreciation for pairing you two together. Come on, I’m not going to give you money as a wedding gift, I have better things in mind than something as impersonal as that. However, I will admit that I am a shallow man and would like some money as a way of thank-you for my role as a matchmaker..”

Inside, rows of exquisitely shaped chocolates lay nestled in gold foil, each piece unique, releasing a rich cocoa aroma. Recognizing the brand, Susan looked surprised. "They're Pierre Marcolini limited-edition truffles. They're very hard to reserve." Cecilia's brow immediately furrowed. Who would send her this? After the chaos earlier that day, one name surfaced almost instantly in her mind--Meredith. "I don't like sweets," she said coolly, turning her gaze away. "You can share them among yourselves." Susan looked surprised, but at the sight of the expensive chocolates, she smiled and thanked her. "Thank you."

Her dainty finger was animatedly crossed across her red-painted pouty lips, mimicking the action of a zipper. I gave her an apologetic nod and slumped back in my seat and passed Damon a hard stare. He forwarded the coffee and dropped a few Ferrero rogers on the table. My eyes twinkled in delight and my stare softened a bit. You seriously can't swoon over coffee and chocolates Ari, my mind sided.

---- Saxe Hendrix Mondragon Four unsuccessful engagements led to one solution: finding the ideal matchmaker for a successful marriage. That's my mother's suggestion. I had enough of my mother's annoying wishes. I have no plans to settle down, nor am I ready for love. All I need is an alibi to make them believe I have found the perfect wife. But before I could make my move, my mother had already hired a matchmaker—a matchmaker who was the opposite of what I expected. The moment I laid my eyes on Louise, who happened to be the matchmaker, I found it hard to believe that a beauty like a goddess works in this type of business.

Heather on the other hand, retorted. “You know, something like a one in a hundred year chocolate. The one that a very famous patissier made with limited stocks only.” She said as she put down the book on her hands and approached the table. She curiously stared at the box and opened it. Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside.

My dad just had to choose a girl who I secretly think was an escapee from an asylum. Krista A.K.A psycho female dog was the daughter of my dad's friend and rival company of Matthews Enterprise, Gregory Conner. He was the owner of Conner Industries and I must admit his company was up to par with my dad's. They have been best friends since high school and they thought playing matchmaking for their children was a fun way to pass the time from their boring corporate world. The day he introduced that girl to me was the day that marked my impending doom which I could tell was not far from where I was standing. Overly exaggerated, I know but who the freaking cares. That she devil literally made my

He reached somewhere under the table and handed me a box of Godiva chocolates. I laughed. “You’re not planning to make me fat, are you? Or do you believe that chocolates are the best breakup buddies?” He shrugged but instead of replying, he smiled at me crookedly. I opened the box. It was a collection of heart truffles in milk, white, and dark chocolates. There was a huge heart chocolate in the middle with an engraving at its center. Voudrais tu m'épouser? My heart caught in my throat. I didn’t speak French, but I knew that phrase sounded so familiar!

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.